Rainy lights.

"Lights will guide you home"

While the rain comes and goes, I sit quietly in my room, stillness and the pit pattering of rain engulfing my senses. I'm still in bed at 12, doesn't bug me for the first time ever. Contemplation of what rain brings and what stems my little thoughts of nostalgic wet canvas shoes fill my never ending train of brainwords.

And then it'll be all about the wordplay. Ah la la la la... Listen closely to the words I say.