Intoxication.

Don't you just love the silence that is accompanied by the sound of raindrops hitting the street, the leaves rustling and gracefully letting the droplets slide seducing the wind and both of them then breaking into a beautiful and serene dance, flowing together, ever part of the air displaced exactly the way it is supposed to, the slow motion of the few cars that pass the lamplit empty road( only seeming to be in slow motion because the image is in your head, the reality is outside the curtain )although they are at top speed driven by intoxicated drivers which is an assumption you make since there is some absurd connection between dark lonely rainy nights and intoxication. Maybe because these nights are an intoxication in their own self, filling you up, warming your insides, making you sigh and somehow in that moment you just think and you just believe that the world, the night, the stars, the rain, the universe, its all just too perfect for your comprehension.

So, unwillingly you fall asleep.