Rain falls like pearls of melancholy
Dampening the earth and my mood
Inside these walls I can hear it sprinkling the roof
With a softness, a quiet reminder that it is present
Yet I am still dry and warm
As though basking in the sun of an August day, under these pale lamp lights
Studying my thoughts that wander
To and fro they scatter, like the rain outside,  starting in one direction and choosing yet another
I visit varied people and times in my life
And decide to ponder the future
When the uncertainty of tomorrow becomes too bothersome I glance across the room
Curled in a perfect ball is a freckled dog that sleeps with contentment
My husband smiles and me and says that I'm beautiful
What a lucky woman I am
It's raining outside
And I hold the whole world in the confines of these four walls