Summary: While you sit at peace, admiring the rain, Loki sits nearby, admiring you.
Warnings/Notes: The title of this poem comes from the Langston Hughes poem “April Rain Song”. I know I’ve done several rainy stories already, and one which takes place in this exact same window seat, but I just really love the rain and I hope you do too.
A Little Sleep Song
You loved the rain. You always had. Whether you were here in the city or back in your childhood home, rain had always held a certain magic for you. You loved the way the skies got grey and heavy. You loved the sound of raindrops pelting the windows and the roof. And the streets. Of course, it was always so much easier to appreciate the rain when you were snug and dry, but most days, you didn’t mind getting caught in a storm, either. If you had an umbrella, great. If you didn’t, of course that was a little less convenient for you, but it still didn’t bother you much. When you were little, you’d held the secret belief that getting rained on was like getting a blessing from the skies. Now that you were grown, you did tend to worry about showing up somewhere looking like a drowned rat, but so what? If you arrived somewhere soaking wet, you could laugh about the weather and people would laugh with you and you just moved on with your day.
