Soft morning light seeps cooly through the window,
Filling the room with a dreary gloom;
It tickles her nose and taunts her restless state.
She tosses as the thunder crashes and turns as the lighting strikes.
But to no avail; a dreamless storm innate.

Now in the pale day he whispers softly,
The words, they race and run down her spine,
Caressing her mind; that heated spark true.  
Her breathing shutters and her back arcs,
Yet still… that grey rain lingers on.

So they stay the day away,
Lost in the cosmic reverie of but a moment gone by.
While the wind whispers beneath the songbirds,
And the trees sway in a blissful dance,
She found in his arms a warming solace,
breathing easy, mesmerized by petrichor's trance.

It is so, life continues by light’s love.
For the Earth is soiled and she is satisfied,
Twas a rainy grey so dull and bleak, but
A day so divine had bested her weary mind,
And she nodded, passing gently into sleep.