The truth surrounds her

~8~

I smile,
When I hear the tiny
Pitter-Patter
of water droplets,
Hitting my window.

Something so soft, and gentle.
Something so peaceful.
One of the few things,
I adore.

I can never, even in my wildest dreams,
Understand,
Why the
Pitter-Patter
of rain,
Calmed me.

As I watch
Water droplets,
Hit the window,
I start to think,
But, instead of
Sad thoughts,
it’s surprisingly,
Happy thoughts,
Thoughts that rarely fill my head.

As I watch
the droplets roll down the window,
Relief fills me.

I smile,
When, I hear
the tiny
Pitter-Patter
of water droplets,
Hitting my window.