It is raining right now, at 3am, and I am feeling so good.
I have the doors open.
It is sixty-four degrees. At 3am.
The air smells fresh and feels good on my skin.
It feels like a summer night.
The plink and drum of the landing fat drops is satisfying, and by turns escalates to a soft white-noise thrum.
I'll be going back to sleep soon, washed and soothed by this lullaby.