Open Windows

The air is still cold. The rain is pouring down softly outside the window. The rain is tapping out a waltz on the roof. It sloshes in the gutters. It's good to be calm for a while, to be still. The day was long. Outside, the night is prowling. Branches shudder in the storm, something rattles. Everything seems dulled by the rain. Everythings seems quieter, and distant. The breeze drifting through the window carries a strange kind of silence, and instills a strange kind of drowsiness. Something pauses, maybe.
I shut off the light.