I awake to the sound of rain; snuggled up in my bed
I yawn and nuzzle my sleepy head
Into the soft cloud that is my pillow
I lie beneath the covers, my breathing slow
Close to drifting off, but not quite asleep
As I listen half-consciously to the rain, to the pitter-patter against my window
There is beauty here, in this moment between wakefullness and sleep
The softness of my pillow, and this feeling of peace
I don't know how long I lie there, listening to the rain
All I know is it brings me peace, it eases my pain
