A House of Turquoise and Clouds

and Late Nights

Soft music filled the room. A slight static sound coming from the player. Rain pattered softly on the window.
The night sky was refreshing. The only light was coming from the computer in front of her. A notebook and pencil in front of that. Taking notes at the late hours of night.
The music and white noise from the rain relaxed her. Her cup of cold water next to her. She was quiet. Unconsciously bobbing her head to the beat of the music.
She was dreary. Her eyes closing every now and again. The blanket on her shoulders only making her more tired, but warm.
She was thankful it was only rain. She knew that thunder would keep her up. Lightning would spook her every now and again, making it hard to work. And hail would only make her fearful on the morning to come.
But it was rain. Soft and peaceful rain. One of the many calming things on the Earth.
There were no birds or bugs out. No animals to make a sound. They were all hiding. Trying to not get wet. Just as most people were inside. Either asleep or doing something in their houses.
But that was fine. She wouldn't judge them for being inside, for that is where she was as well. Though, she wished to be outside. To breath in the fresh air. To smell the rain.
But that could wait. She had studying to do. And dreams to go to.