peace – a poem

Sarah Scerbak, Writer

the window is cracked
ever so slightly
a gentle breeze
brushes past my face

but my eyes are closed
i don’t want to see
i don’t want to think
i just want to
listen

i just want to listen
to those angelic drops
cascading down
from the world above

little bundles
of serenity
softly
smoothly
relieving the earth
as they reach
the ground

a simple function of nature
meant
for minds like mine

the rain;

you
soothe my soul
calm my mind
and
heal my spirit

you
have always
been good
to me.