Dreams.

Like a LURE,
The sound of RAIN,
A sound so pure,
I go to the WINDOW again,

The rain wasn't present,
The pitter patter against the frame,
Was a GLITTER flurry on its decent,
Shining through the NIGHT sky as it came,

Grabbed my SHOES,
Dashed outside,
The sound of JAZZ and blues,
To my ears the music did collide,

I held out my arms,
ADMIRE the sight and sound,
Spun around to the charms,
Of beauty around,

Feeling weightless as if I'm FLYING,
A snow flurry of glitter and magic,
I wake up from my DREAM my mind lying,
Wishing it was real that'd be fantastic!