Not That I’m Scared of Getting Wet

It’s raining on me
Not hard
I would kind of like to pull out my umbrella
Not so much to protect my head from the rain
More because I like the sound of the rain drops
On the black dome
The rhythm is comforting
The varying pitter patter of the drops
Different sizes making different tones
Melodically taking away thought
And allowing my mind to rest
Almost to sleep
Even as I walk
In the dim
It is gray and dark
But what can gray and dark do
If you have music
It is only a short walk