the patter of the rain drops
on my window is like the sound
of a hundred symphonies
leaving me without words
and my mind at peace

the rain, it races down the pane
and carries all of my thoughts
down and drips to a puddle
that gathers up my stolen words
as my breath fogs up the glass

i close my eyes and listen to
the faint murmur of rainfall
oh, the sensation i feel pumping
through my bright indigo veins
when i feel the pleasant patter
through my electrified senses

Gaea oh how you never fail
to impress my embodied soul
whether it be the bliss of rain
or the beams of happiness
protruding from Heilos

the adrenaline and crave for
such beautiful nature
i deem continuously endless
is incomparable to anything
i’ve witnessed in my time

may the flowers forever sway
in elegance, and the birds soar
with impeccable grace. this
such beauty shall never decay
together with my soul intertwined

a.d