• The rain sounds pretty outside my window

    The trees, the canopy, & all I know



    It seems to form an endless maze

    The stars seem dimmer, among the haze



    The rain drops sting, but that's all you want

    The dancing drops, my skin they taunt



    To be as free as water flows

    To be as free as the breeze blows





    Paradise's chaotic vices



    The moon beams shine in silver slices



    Upon some old forgotten place



    The waves they whisper: Make haste, make haste"