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.