I was listening to the rain,
Pitter patter against the window pane,
Cooling breeze gently swaying trees,
Birds in shelter beneath the dancing leaves,
Wind chimes serenade those by the awning eave,
Pink and red roses line the fence and interweave,
Enjoying the splendor of the soft rain before eve,
The fragrance of nature lingers like potpourri,
Across the sky line the clouds part and the sun is free,
God's ray of sunlight shines down upon me,
This blissful aura is my peaceful serenity,
For this moment has passed and has become a memory.
Pitter patter against the window pane,
Cooling breeze gently swaying trees,
Birds in shelter beneath the dancing leaves,
Wind chimes serenade those by the awning eave,
Pink and red roses line the fence and interweave,
Enjoying the splendor of the soft rain before eve,
The fragrance of nature lingers like potpourri,
Across the sky line the clouds part and the sun is free,
God's ray of sunlight shines down upon me,
This blissful aura is my peaceful serenity,
For this moment has passed and has become a memory.
