Wrapped in this warm, brown blanket
Snug in my big, cozy white chair
Listening to the sounds of silence
Reaching through the chilled, moist air
Engaging the world of what will be
Fantasy woos then sets me free
But am I dreaming, or is this real?
But am I dreaming, or is this real?
The rain is waiting for me
Raindrops lightly tap the window
their noise a soothing harmony
Listen to their choral cleansing
Echo through this silent dream
Oh what will come and what will be
I welcome euphoria's drowning ecstasy
Down it rolls- the first weighted drop
And I am swimming in the rain
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