Yesterday was cloudy, rainy, cool,
So peaceful without the bright sunlight
Hurting the eyes and burning the skin.
I so love fog, rain, mist and low lying clouds,
As if you could reach up and almost touch them
The sound of rain on leaves, both gentle and rough,
Better than any kind of music to my ears,
Causing deep thoughts to arise but in a peaceful sort of way.
The gently glowing light on a book that I am reading,
Feeling so at home in the grey like darkness.
At night feeling the cool breeze
Wonderful smell of rain as company,
With the gentle patter of droplets without rhyme
Allows the overactive mind to find peace,
Gently sinking into deep sleep