A slight chilly draft strikes my face.
The rain falls softly. Elegantly,
The black crows have left.
The sun has absconded,
hiding behind the menacing clouds.
I hear the falling of the raindrops
landing on trees,
finally onto the terracotta tiles.
I’m alone and yet not lonely.
I’m surrounded by no-one
and yet something around me
The world outside of me empties
But the one inside is teeming.
In the silence,
I hear the music of life,
I feel an eternal presence.
I’m overcome by a