The glass hums soft with raindrops' song,
A symphony where I belong.
The world outside, so gray, so steep,
Yet here I sit, my soul to keep.

The room is wide, the walls breathe cold,
The echoes vast, the shadows old.
But in this space, I find my thread,
A cozy quilt where dreams are fed.

The rain whispers secrets to the ground,
Each splash and drip...