I wait for the rain to stop. But it doesn't.
It drizzles on and on into the evening, as it grows colder. The dampness chills me and a blanket and fleece sweater warm me up to be a contented comfortable.
I do not mind that the rain hasn't stopped. I feel no hostility toward the rain. I rather like it.
Puddles splashed under my feet as I tried to step purposefully from my car to my stairs. The sounds of drips and drops hitting objects around the yard made it to be a cacophony, chaotic at best, or was it? On second listen, it could be a quiet soothing soundtrack of repeated noises and sounds that stay to the background, never commanding all attention. That soundtrack made me feel drowsy a bit later.
When I sat with my legs curled under a blanket and book in my hand, peppermint tea all consumed, I grew very tired.
My eyes tried to shut as I read.
No. Just a few more pages. Eyes, stay open.
My yawns came more frequently.
No. Just a few more pages. Wake up.
Those few pages are done. Bookmark resting at the start of a new chapter. Head is about to rest on a pillow. It is the best thing to go to bed tired.
A good night's sleep is in store.
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