Sleeping while it pours.

I lay still as I listen to the pitter-patter of the rain banging against my window.

The wind howling as the wolves do during a full moon,

I lay still – beckoning to my lonely soul to listen to the melody of the droplets that crash upon the earth.

The cloudy skies, so dark and so damp.

I hear no noise, except for the echoes of precipitation drowning the world in tears.

This is blissfulness at it’s best.

I lay still – Beckoning to my sleeping soul that slumber within to the soothing sounds of the world being drenched.

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