I left my window open before I went to bed.

Down came a roaring rain beating on my windowpane.

With each drop that fell, a bit bounced in.

Fill my room with its abundance.

At once, I sat up but then I stopped.

I thought to get the mop.

Instead, I laid back my head.

letting the rain into my bed

Moist, cool drops caressed my skin,

anointing me from deep within.

It felt so good I beg it stopped.

And then ring went my alarm clock.