Eventide chillax

He sits drinking his glass of red wine, I’m sat opposite supping my mug of tea, either side of our long cream, leather soft, sofa relaxing blissfully

Alexa is playing in the background ‘Smooth’ radio," it’s our usual saturday night routine
watching out our patio door windows at our backyard scene
Raindrops ripple down our double door window panes pitter-pattering in a rhythm sounding like a slow train

Birds are flying high in the sky going home to rest to snuggle in beside their mating partner all cozy in the nest 
Hungry blackbirds rummage on our Rowan tree picking at the berries, clusters of small red colourful enticing bird food looking like little cherries

We can hear the water running from our little stream, rippling & trickling as the rain does teem
Everything outside is dripping wet from the rain, hundreds of tiny beadlets looking like tears in pain
Isn’t it nice to soak up the eventide from the comfort of one’s own house, chillaxing doing nothing much at all together with your spouse