Countless: Wordplay

The rain
Keeps falling
Inside and outside,
Business as usual;

No new words,
And yet
More words
Keep coming anyway,

Continuously they flow
Every day,
But what can words do
Against such obstacles?

Perhaps
If I knew
It would make
All the difference,

Or perhaps
Even now,
Somehow
It does,

Otherwise why pursue this?
Especially as
My spelling seems to
Worsen daily;

Could it be
Just force of habit,
The reassurance
Of one’s own voice,

A familiar voice,
But whose?
There is sound
And then it goes,
Resolving into silence.