The rhythmic drumming on my window pane
A soothing symphony for weary thought,
The clouds above in softest gray remain
As time for contemplation I have caught.

The coffee steams beside my keyboard’s glow,
While characters emerge from misty scenes,
The perfect words begin to ebb and flow
Like water through the gutters, clean and keen.

No obligations call my name outside,
The world has granted me this peaceful pause,
My pen and I have nowhere left to hide
From stories building nature’s gentle cause.

So let the droplets fall and cleanse the view,
For rainy days are blessings, fresh and new.