Songs of the Fall

 

Thunder pulsating, the soft howl of the wind on the eves, all intoxicating for a feeling of peace.

Rain steadly drumming down in erratic patterns, washing away the dust of the dreary day.

 Nature playing one of her most beautiful songs, singing a lullaby to ensure a sound slumber.

Dreaming of wonderful sights, sleep without movement, without a

stir.

Rest, the day will be beautiful

tomorrow.