At peace

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.

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