The pitter-patter of the rain on my rooftop hums and buzzes.

I lose myself in the serenity of the melodic rhythms,

As it gently and softly coos me to sleep.

Hush.  I am at ease.  I am at peace.

I am as silent as silence goes until I start to stir,

After only but a minute in my immobile trance.

I am awake.

And I must now face another day with my plastered smile,

And tear-glossed eyes.

Nobody knows but I.

I patiently wait for the rain to acquaint itself with my senses yet again.

I'm ready for the takeover.