Raindrops tapping on my windowpane
A gentle rhythm, soft refrain
The world is quiet, the city sleeps
I turn the page, and slowly breathe
A warm light glows beside my chair
The scent of coffee in the air
This rainy day feels just like home
Wrapped in stories, I'm not alone
With every line, the world feels right
As jazz plays low through misty light
Footsteps fade on cobbled stone
Outside it rains, but I’m not alone
Each paragraph, a gentle tide
In these pages, I confide
Soft saxophone, a soothing sound
While peace and wonder both abound
This rainy day feels just like home
Wrapped in stories, I'm not alone
With every line, the world feels right
As jazz plays low through misty light
Some find light in summer’s sun
But mine begins when clouds have come
In the hush of grey and blue
My soul finds something true
This rainy day feels just like home
Wrapped in stories, I'm not alone
With every line, the world feels right
And jazz keeps playing through the night