Oh, how I love to hear the patter of the raindrops.

Sliding down the windows,
making letters with their streaks,
rain will always mean something to me.

A signal of beauty in this world.
I sign that some days, I can be truly happy.

A smile on my lips just from the sound of trees swaying.
A warmth in my chest from the simple sound of the pool splashing with the rain.

The rythmic beating,
tires swooshing through the puddles.

Oh, how I love these days.