The Comfort of Rain

I often consider as Autumn approaches,

The comfort of rain

dripping slowly down the windowpane,

Some drops rushing more than others,

You’re completely still.

Radiator burning soothingly into your slippers,

Fingers now in motion,

Caressing the cool glass

Following their trail,

Mocking the race of raindrops.

Satisfaction soars as you open the window,

It gushes in

Invigorating coolness that simply greets,

but cannot penetrate your warmth,

The sudden sound a soothing roar,

That rushes over you

Like a faithful pet that’s found a set of feet to rest on.

The smell of every worry and pollutant washed away,

A hopeful freshness

As if everything about that day and countless others now far gone,

Was also running down the drain.

That constant patter

Leaves no space

To settle on one single thought,

You are content to simply be

And meditate on simply being,

Renegade splashes bringing you back

to bask in this, your moment of solitude

the only one in which,

I find,

You seem to be completely surrounded

By a peace not stagnant,

but alive.

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