Ode to Rainy Days

It starts with...
erasing the jackhammer in my brain from
the weather's forthcoming,
flexable to come and go as it pleases
like a leaf in the wind
A relief in the breeze,
a summ'ry type feeling...
Thunder rolling a deep murmur
in the back of my mind.
A peaceful and soothing sound of reluctance to
move inside the four walls...
And to dash out unto the muddy ground.
The moisture hitting me softly
And drenching Nature's color into something vivid
and defined.
splashing to freefall into a portal to another time,
another place, to another world betwixt mine and fantasies,
Its puddles relfecting my deeper thoughts awaiting
to break free,
the tap-tapping is a comfort to let all things go;
shut my eyes and float into the hum
of talkative clouds,
The wind is
wet whipping gusts making you run back inside
To sit within the warmth as
cool liquid stings the window panes
A constant serene noise to block the chaotic world
reeling around and around my abode
Now all is unknown to how long the downfall will last,
but I secretly wish for the misty skies to remain
My Rainy Days.