Rain beats against the window pane.
As water cascades down, blurred to vague.
The house is still for I am the only one in it.
The rain plays a song like a cadence of
unconventional rhythm and flow.

The mind becomes numb as if it were
in a peaceful trance.
Like watching the painted line on the side of a road
from a backseat window.

The rain is inconsistent as it's power increases and decreases
as if the water was being sprayed and swayed
over and over again on
a wide tin roof from a garden hose.
 
My elbows perched on the table
as I make a head rest
with my hands on my cheeks.
The coffee on the table, sitting between my
elbows, is bellowing warm clouds up my neck, as
the aromas give a stimulating sense of security.

Tranquil, rolling thunder echoes softly in the background,
like a bass drum in a distant parade.
This is my serenity. This is my most relaxing state.