Pit, pat, pit, pat
the rain goes splat.
The drizzly drops go on and on,
smacking the ground like a faucet that won't stop its tap.
A soft smile touches my lips and the warmth from the heater keeps me from freezing.
It's a pleasant cold evening.
The outdoors have such a stark contrast to inside my home, I feel cozy and safe, in a haven far, far away from here.
A chaotic world of fast paced drama.
But not here, not now.
I'm cozy and content in my pillow fort.
Snuggled to my kitten.
I listen to the down fall of water.
The rain pour.
I believe that rain,
is a blessing for the soul.
The noise so soothing and peaceful.
It causes a "mess" and brings life.