The steady stream of rain,
Pleases my ears,
As soft music plays.
The streetlamp reflects,
The puddles on the cement.
From my comfy perch,
In my warm fleece,
I see the rain river running down the road,
Carrying the colorful leaves to the drain,
At the end of the sidewalk.
If I squint my eyes,
The dark grass looks like the ocean,
The little tree a great tidal wave,
About to crash onto the grey beach.
The light of the eight-foot moon,
Bathing the beach in a divine glow,
As the rainstorm carries on.
The music fades,
My eyes close in exhaustion,
As I float down the rain river,
And into the warm darkness.
