The pitter patter as the grey sky rains

Creates a nice sound that lets my peace bloom.

I look over and see the drops on the panes

Of glass that gently lights up my bedroom

The rain falls and rinses away the dirt

That covers the streets and roads of the city.

Without rain we lose what makes the world prime.

It feeds nature and makes the flowers pretty.

When it rains the weather is never hot.

It brings a cool breeze that sweeps through the land,

It brings a freshness with the coolness brought.

Everything once again is new and grand.

But I hit in my room. Alone. Shut in.

Blind of the beauty of the world I’m in.