by Westley Nash
There's something almost magical when it's raining real late at night
and you are tucked all warm and snug in your bed.
Hearing the sound of raindrops rattling on the window,
the rhythmic patter of droplets falling from the leaves of trees
and the whooshing of tyres upon water soaked roads by passing cars.
It's as if the world is refreshing and renewing itself alongside of us.
A time when a tired soul can feel truly at peace...