Thoughts

Rain

In the earliest moments of morning,
Long before day decides to dawn.
I lie awake in my bed.
Drinking in the drizzle as it
Tap dances across my open window
Inhaling the wet mist drifting into my room.
Cold air hangs above my warm blanket.
Dark.
Shadows creep across the walls.
In this moment
Entranced by the
Simple
Existence of
Rain.

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