The Doorway

Just a thought, a little melodramatic and a touch romantic perhaps.

Standing in the doorway,

I stared as the world grew ever darker.

The rain gently trickling on the plants in the garden.

It had something beautiful, a distinct,

 atmospheric, kind of peacefulness

It was dark

It was wet 

and it was cold.

Still even that was pleasant.

Made you forget why people dislike the dark.