Sunday, June 05, 2005

i wish the rain was falling. then ill sleep under the covers and feel safe in the woolly warmth. when the soft patter of the rain outside is like a lullaby that soothes me to gently sleep as the sun prepares to rise again. when i am all alone in the dark, yet all at home on my bed. there is nothing more to say. it is not raining, but when it does, it pours.
god spoke 5:09 PM