ode to the rain

Feels like the rain today is very angry. It is slashing my window sill with a vengenance. I can understand that feeling. It wants to get in so hard, but so many barriers keep the rain at bay, coldly leaving it outside, crying to itself. That's what I imagine the rain is thinking tonight, if it had thoughts.
Of course the rumbling of thunder gave that away.
Tonight I just want to stay curled under my bedsheets, listen to Norah Jones and suddenly fall asleep.
Here's to dreaming, which never fails to keep us entertained.