Listening to the rain, on a cold Autumn day
   steady and gentle it falls silver gray
   Through colored leaves falling, I listen to the sound
   of rippled puddles forming  on the wet muddy ground

   Irregular rhythms of patter are soothing my troubled mind
   wind gusts whistle inside, the chimney from behind
   The endless flat gray clouds, they obscure the light of day
   leaves on the trees they flutter, falling lost in the fray
   Lazy rain drops ramble down my streaked and misty bay
   passing barely noticed beyond my,     vacant empty gaze
   Gathering and turning   as they ripple along together
   drizzling their way, down below, united again forever

   I watch through blank eyes,  not a thought in my mind
   my world, it is quiet,  if just, for, today