Rain on my car roof,
Gentle drops in many groups,
Steadily increasing in pace and in number,
In this metal-water sound I will slip into slumber,
The glass windows are closed,
Traffic is at a standstill, my world is paused,
Windscreen is blurred, just like my vision,
Psychedelic calmness with auditory precision,
I feel like I am inside of a water bubble,
All my pain and troubles, left behind,
By the outside pressures my life cycle is defined,
Black car fading into the black night,
Transparent pure water layer, so clear to the other sight,
The light turns green, wake up,
Clutch, gear, accelerate, but first start the car up,
I hate this rain now, so much traffic jam it causes,
What a conflicting thought process.
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