I'm curled up here on top of my bookshelf
And here I am going to stay.
Looking out my window
Watching the rain.
Close your eyes as the rain drifts through
The window screen and hits your face.
Look at the beauty all around
Even the least beautiful thing can be improved by
Rain.
And soon the smell of petrichor will be in the
Air.
Hanging all about
A reminder to the world
Of what they missed as they'd slept.
They slept and I watched
The transformation of my little home town.
This is the weather I dream of
Not sun
Nor snow
But rain.
Fall rain.
Would that I could go take a walk
Savouring this moment
Playing music in a language
I cannot understand
And yet it is soothing
As the witching hour approaches
I sit in anticipation
Of the day that I can enjoy the rain for what it truly is
Without this burden of forced learning
Holding me back
