breathe thursday air

i hear the rain. falling outside my window.

i'm distracted by the sounds they make as each drop hits the ground.
pitter patter, gently. pitter patter, steadily.

i've placed my finm tut to a halt (that i've been meaning to do since i'd begun)

i listen while they fuse into ingrid michaelson's morning lullabies playing on loop.

i like it this way. how i'm tricked by time, that it waits for me until i resume.