I

I lay,
Listening to the soft murmur of the rain.
Peaceful, compared to the harsh sounds of a busy household.

I lay,
Thinking of times past, lovers past,
And still the rain pours down.

I lay,
Breathing in the sounds that surround me,
Deep, refreshing; rising, falling, steadying themselves.

I lay,
The rain desists.
Thinking, listening, breathing.
They all cease.