Midnight. Tucked up in bed. Face nestled comfortably amid pillows and blanket. Darkness consumes the room. Darkness and the raspy pitter patter sound of rain beating melodiously against the window pane.
The storm clouds break overhead. The din intensifies. A sea of aggravated hail stones. A mighty roar. The window pane resiliently braves the precipitation.
The lazy, lethargic tick tock of the clock is drowned out.
Rhythmic and continuous.
The rain: a soothing comfort late at night.