Hearing the soft rain hit the cement,
and the wind chimes dance in the wind.
The pool of water forming on the black table I go on Wayfair,
that never really stood right, crooked legs and wobbly base.
The fall breeze flowing in between my toes, giving me a slight chill.
Seeing the rain speed up and slow down,
enjoying the moment,
not really giving a shit about anything particular,
getting lost in thoughts of nothing.
Not being afraid to let my mind wander.