The rain beats a steady tattoo on the car,
There seems to be no one but me around and for far.
It’s a steady drumming,
The drops on the roof.
Soothing,centering and all that is good.
I think.I reflect.I sip my tea.
I listen to my head.I argue with my heart.I wonder, eventually who the winner will be?
Regardless however….I mull over things with me.
The rain.the quiet.They help me.