Listen to the falling rain

The rain beads on the window like a falling spray of silver fireworks. Wind comes in gusts and I hear various movements of a choppy symphony.

Yes, I love the rain. The photo is the picture I saw on my window glass last evening. Tonight I will snuggle beneath my comforter as the rain beats down and I'll hope for a wind from the east so once again the rain will entertain me and lull me into dreamland.