Paintin this pictursque picture as I watch
from my bedroom window out here in the
quiet of the country a steady stream of
rain comin down in light sheets though
its not cold at all the rain looks erriely
like small icesiscles so white drops so elognated
and sharp lookin bombarding the ground in
rapid fire action with that pitter pitter pat sounding
like soldiers moving thru a marshy meadow branch
There is thunder in the back ground even if
the power was to go off wouln not mind too much
I would still b enjoying the brain massaging liqidation
sound comin down outside my window called rain