Listening to the rhythm of the falling rain

I am listening to the rhythm of the falling rain..as I lie in my  bed not sleeping again..but there is something soothing about the sound outside..as Mother nature opens the floodgates from far and wide..pelting down on my window pane..splatting on our rooftoop and filling the drain

I like the rain when I am lying in my bed..it masks the tinnitus in my head.. and I know that I will stay safe and dry.. as the heavens open up to let the clouds cry..so though it is heavy it doesn’t hurt me at all.. coz I am tucked up cozily behind my wall

The torrential teem gets louder than before..I can hear it stotting off the floor..I imagine the rivers running to the sea..flooding the embankments wandering free.. I bet by morning light it will be dry again.. after the elements wax and wain