a good nite

Do you know when i feel @ peace?
Sitting in the dark, late at night and a slow thunderstorm is passing over and the rain taps on your roof inviting you to listen to it's heavenly sent melody in harmony with the rustling of trees swaying as the lightning illumunates the room making shadows dance on the wall to the soft drum roll of thunder and the wind is howlin' like an ol' blues song(can you hear it) and as I listen to it fade away,silence emerges mixed with the faint beat of my heart and my slow rythmic weary breathin from another restless night..i always go to the window and stare out at the stillness and admire in wondorous awe how the the rain sparkles like diamonds on the lawn beneath the partial moonlight and then in the fog and mist on the window i write with my finger "i was here" ......(yawn)as always be famous or infamous screw being just in between