Rainy days are filled with a rhythm Maybe a peaceful static A crashing tide Monotonous symphony Quiet inside An oasis of sorts Shielding from storm The light tap of rainwater Falling, on my roof A heavenly home Lively, and yet aloof The place called outside So different and cold A bitter air Icy Strong The world is dark A pitch black night The trees are bent By waves of wind The occasional boom By the cries of rain Blowing, gasping Blowing, whistling After chaos comes peace And so it separates The darkness on canvas Painted away Replaced by the clouds Replaced by the day The world is bright And darkness fades A with the holes in the skies A sun breaks through The skies alight