Nature's Massage Is Melodic

When the sound of silence and fatigue failed to entertain and entice Serene Slumber,
all hope was not lost on the cloudy, rowdy and thundery horizon.
It took the magic murmur of the rain to cascade, court and capture Silly Sleep.
The soul’s snoring was a hidden Eden: sudden and deep!
Rain continued to coax, caress and crown rooftop into a calming drummer,
and a decent, dozy but discerning dancer. It whispered dreamy, wily and wooing words
that meandered, mended and mesmerized the ears.
A murmuring melody condensed and descended from high in the sky before
hosting its kneading and healing clinic.
For rain is to nature what massage is to the brain.