The sound of water, no matter how or when,
just need the sound.
The pitter, patter of rain on the window
The pouring down upon the roof.
The crisp clean gurgling over rocks
Gushing, rushing on its way
The slip sloping water as it meanders down the river
just lapping with gentle ripples upon the bank
The diamond sparkling droplets full of rainbows
The light on the water wherever it is
The building of sound as it gets to the sea
the crashing of waves upon the shore.
This is what keeps me sane