Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Rain
I love waking up to a cold, cold morning
and hearing a pattering against my window
knowing that it's freezing cold outside
but warmth surrounds me
under the blanket where I hide
I love listening to the singing of the wind
and the beating of droplets against the ground
smelling that familiar smell
that hangs sweetly in the air
I love waking up to the rain outside
and knowing I can snuggle a little longer.