Spring Rain

A spring rain is falling,
The sky is a strange hue,
There’s flashes of lightning,
And thunder echoes through,
As I sit in my living room.

I look out the window,
Find trees with virgin leaves,
I hear the rain’s rhythm,
Bouncing off different things,
As I sit in my living room.

The TV is not on,
But the forecast is right,
The weather is perfect,
On this glorious night,
As I sit in my living room.