There is nothing,
no, there's nothing quite alike the rain at night,
maybe a gaze into the stranger's window,
mouthing 'Hello'
along with a nod in sight,
and the stars up there nodding in agreement,
yet nothing like this rain tonight.

dark wooden walls
solitude
deep in the woods
naked flower
there in the only corner brightened by the
memory of a morning sun -
steam
coffee on the sidetable
by the opened door
the forest air flowing in

Paint with words.