Rain
Rain falls in bursts,
Or perhaps just in trickles.
The pitter-patter of droplets
form a cascade of sounds.
The crickets are quiest
but not for long
But drowsiness is coming
I feel so nice and warm.
Sitting next to a fire,
with hot chocolate in one hand.
A book on my lap,
and a story in my head.
I listen to the rain
with all the pitter-patter glory
and soak in the sounds
that I so seldom hear.