The rain patters on the window pane 
While the dog snores at my feet 
My head a little fuzzy from the gin
The whirlwind of yesterday behind me

Have I escaped alive and unscathed? 
Do I live to see another day? 
A lesson learnt, amendments were made
And in my heart I did the right thing 

The rain patters on the window pane 
The wind whirls at the trees 
As I sit cosy with coffee in hand
I imagine going for a stroll

The wind on my cheeks 
The birds in my ears 
The mud squelching under my boots 
The cold gloving my hands 
The water guiding my path 
The freedom to go wherever I choose

The rain patters on the window pane 
I’ve already been for a walk 
I’ll sit here for a moment taking life in 
Grateful for this moment, serene within.