The raindrops make patterns on the sky light 
She can sit and listen for hours on end   
The thunder can shake the earth with its might  
The grays among the sky will start to blend   
She writes the words to their euphonic tune 
Outside the melancholy rhythm plays   
hours turn to days and morning to noon 
With the sounds and the beat is where she stays  
The clouds burst at their ethereal silk seams  
The night threatens nightmares and unholy reveries  
Soon after we will be graced with sun beams  
Aurora approaching through the oak trees  
So let the downpour wash over the eventide
unable to touch her Here among her downy covers she can hide