A Rainy Moment

Its past 2 am, the heated room feels stuffy, suffocating, sleepless I go to open the window. The cold air enters and mingles with the warm air escaping from the room the mixture feels  pleasant, I look out on to the sleeping world, ensconced in their warm beds and sound proof homes oblivious to the fact as I was, that the rain has been falling for hours now. The puddles reflecting the lights, standing proof. A car turns in, it's lights catch the falling raindrops, the water on the road splashes out and I can hear the swishing sound as it comes closer, then it is gone, sometime later another car comes and goes, the feeling of total solitude is a bit shaken. But soon the silence takes over again. How quiet it is,  how peaceful. I look at the shadows of the palm trees as they fall on the hotel walls, the lights in the ground turning the palm fronds into frightening black giants. From between the waving palms I can catch glimpses of the fairy lights in the garden. Once more I turn my attention to the rain. It  falls gently, it's drops light up where they fall by the street lights, It falls slowly at its own pace like it is not in a hurry to finish its work but enjoy and savour it. Or like an artist painting with an eye to detail. Enjoying his work. The gentle sound is very soothing and as the world sleeps I look out at the rain's handiwork; the glistening roads, the puddles everywhere reflecting the light, the clean washed look of the buildings, the side of one building bright as its tiles catch the street lights, the cars clean and washed and gleaming in the parking lot. Above the sky is light, the heavy clouds bright in the reflections of the city's lights.  I look out, taking in light, reflections, shadows and darkness, and the rain, the ever falling, gentle rain, like a gentle hand upon the spirit, stroking it soothingly, Am I the only one to stand and delight in this?  There seems to be no one to tarry by the window for a moment and drink the deep peace of the scene below. 1