Sixty Three: Sound of rain

I can’t sleep. I woke up after a couple of hours of sleep. Been lying in bed for a while listening to the pitter patter of the rain on the window panes. I can almost hear the puddles that are forming from the excess water that hasn’t yet anywhere to drain away to.

I definitely need more reasons. Is this a reason? I think so. I think it’s the little things that I can either notice and appreciate or that can be relegated to insignificance.

Eliza

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