The rain pitter patters against the fallen leaves,
leaving me awestruck at the beauty they bring.

Wind blows in from the West,
causing the rain to sound heavier than it is.

It's surreal, to sit and listen to the rain,
pondering your existence on Earth.

Birds squawk in the distance,
trying to stay dry in the rain.

Squirrels scamper across the damp grass,
perhaps in search of nuts or a dry place to stay.

The trickle of rainwater can be heard,
flowing through the metal gutters.

If only it could stay this calm,
I'd live out here forever.