The Lullaby of Rain
The persistent rain gently hit the roof and tapped on the windowsills. Their steady pitter-patter finally woke me up from my slumber. I peered at the clock with bleary eyes and groaned. It was only two o’clock in the morning! I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep. No such luck. I tossed and turned, trying to get into a comfortable position, but it was useless. I shuffled to my old comfortable armchair. I cuddled into it and tried to read. I could not concentrate. Wearily, I dragged myself downstairs to the kitchen for a cup of tea. When I returned, I switched on the radio. Soothing classical music drifted out. I sipped my tea and leaned my head back. The gentle rain and the music created a spell. Slowly, my eyelids grew heavier and heavier. It was now four-thirty. Sleep, elusive sleep, please make me drift back into the fluffy cloud of dreamland, I prayed. Finally, the gentle rain and the music succeeded in lulling me into much-needed sleep. They hummed a lullaby, and I closed my eyes, drifting into a much-desired slumber.