No sound is around, not a foot has hit the ground,
No-one has stirred, or said a word. I myself am even yet to speak.
In this silence and sanctuary, in my bed
I'm freshly woken, a new day's thoughts begging to emerge in my head,
I open one eye just as I hear the sounds promised by the sky.
The sound I love so dearly, making itself heard. It's the safest I've felt all week..
For when there's no sound of anyone else yet stirring
And thoughts in my head are soft and fresh, not busily whirring,
The sound of the rain on my roof makes me just feel complete.
I have nowhere I need to be, no need to say words out loud, or hurry, or flee.
I get to snuggle back town into the warmth, enjoy the splendor of the sounds.
These moments of sunrise mixed with morning melodies, and whimsical wishes instead of thoughts, are the most sweet...