The sky is so gray,
The plane flies overhead
dissapearing,
a buzzing solitary sound
which soon fades to nothingness
The lamp in this room
is soft
Accentuating the red of the curtains
lulling me into a soothed state
The lightening flashes punctuate
My sentences
And the soft sound of rain embraced by
 wind
rather like crinkling: whispering
Giggling reaches me
as breeze and rain gently tickle
the cherry tree
Stirring the branches, lifting the leaves
Wet gray twilight greet each other in the tree.