it's nice lying here thinking thoughts

while it rains, i hear it through the window

opened a bit to let in the cooler air

thunder, i can't see lightning, the light

of the laptop is too bright, the wind

makes a moaning sound, rain on the panes

and the sound of water running down

the downspouts lets me know it is beginning

to come down hard, but no threat

just a nice spring thunderstorm. something

normal to wipe away the week's news

as i get ready to let go, fall asleep, dream

the senseless dreams that leave me baffled

dreams of people and places i've forgotten