3 January 2013
Gentle drops of rain softy patter on my window while I close my eyes and listen to their pure innuendo.
They splash onto the deck, and drizzle down into the grass. Their cold, refreshing water has come at last.
The day is gray, but I'm still sane as I sing the song of the rain.
The last shower of rain evaporates in the humid summer heat, but I never miss or skip a beat.
Rain Song • Opuss № I