Water. Trickling down a window pane.
The trees are covered happily in due
I sit back and contine to wrap my blankets around me again
My room's small and cosy
A sigh of relief. "Old friend, your back" I said, and my
quiet dace gently gives up all tention. I lay down
Again and curl up on my side. Rain starts
clapping, in good merit.
'True friend, you are the only one who knows how to show
a good time' I say. 'Normally, I would be out of bed and
bothered, but now am easily resting. Your gentle song of
falling drops, and tricklings dreams of escape, have set
my soul at ease. You make my room a small cave in
which I am ruler and I fear not your weather. I am safe
and feel warm, cosy. Keep on with your stories, as I may
fall asleep'.
I closed my eyes, and let all my woes seep away.
Much like the rain was the earth, I was too being
cleansed.

...

The morning came, and brought his friend. To no
avail I slept. 'What is this? Where ahve you gone?'
muttered I. 'your tales, bring them back, and your smooth
and kindly words. I wish for you again, oh
please let my room be as cosy'. But the boy got no
response, and the sun smiled cheerily in.

'What are you smiling at?' he angrily
asked the sun.
His friend was gone. and spoke naught of when
he might return.
'I miss you' cried the boy, and let up
his guard.
His troubles seeped back in.