Comfort in Chaos 

I lay down and write as the rain starts to fall

The light pitter patter on the roof 

Gives me a sentimental feeling

Like putting the needle into the groove of an old record

It is comforting to think about the past

The wind picks up and howls in the night

The rain comes down harder as lightning glows behind the curtain

The thunder claps and shakes the windows

I am crazy about thunderstorms

The rain is one of those beautiful things in nature which you can rely on

There is a certain comfort in chaos 

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