I have written a million poems about the rain;

And I could write a million more.

Rain drops are falling this morning at 5 am.

The city shrouded in darkness again.

So I take a quick walk to “soak it in”.

Wind blowing the trees along the cityscape.

Dripping and dropping all around me.

They protect me from my own mind.

I’m calm and at peace.

Everyone lays asleep in their beds and the rain sounds so dreamy.

And when I return home; the ambience of rain and silence remains.

I hope it rains all day.