White noise

The smell of the rain and the dark clouds rising, the rolling of thunder and the loud bolts of lightening, 

The heavy downpour against the pains of glass, the drowned flowers and the sodden wet grass,

The crackle and piercing zeds of light, go on and on all through the night,

You drift off to sleep listening to the sound, it comforts you, your own nature background,

Sleep well, sleep deep, sleep sleep sleep and wake in the morning with a spring and a leap.