Sunday Morning

Rain strikes softly,
against the window pane
warm arms wrap around me,
holding me close.

Chest rising and falling,
methodically rhythmic,
in time with the rain.

Wind rustles softly,
through the leaves of the trees,
like the sigh of contentment
that whispers against my neck.

Bodies wrapped in warmth and comfort
safe from the world,
nestled in silence and love.

The rain beats softly
against the window pane.
There we lie, snuggled safe and warm,
covers pulled high, oblivious to the world

Lulled in peace
by the early morning rain
on a quiet Sunday morning.