As the raindrops plink, plink, plink against my window panes
And the rumble of thunder and lightning waxes and wanes
I perch on the sofa with glasses on my face and a book in hand
Reading, absorbing time like the sifting of hourglass sand
While I drift afloat on another's words, the rain is pouring
And my sweet dear hubby has fallen asleep in his chair snoring
A peaceful feeling overwhelms me as I delve deeper in the prose
I snuggle back in the cushions reading and find myself taking a doze.