Last night, I fell asleep to the sound of rain falling, hitting my window and making perfect music. Usually, I enjoy writing or expressing my thoughts in a poem when it rains, but last night, I just wanted to absorb the energy I felt and enjoy a symbolic cleansing from the sound of the rain. I listened intently as soft, glowing light from my salt lamp danced against the wall. I had a strong feeling that it would be raining most of the night, and I loved focusing on the sound, without the sight. Although the darkness of the night sky concealed the raindrops, I could hear them clearly, hitting my roof top. Speedily the rain came, then slowed to a pace…I imagined how the cool drops would have felt on my face. I guess my intent to write indeed came through because this little piece turned into a poem, just for you.