I woke up in the deepest of woods to the sound of the rain.
The sound it made when the wind softly tuned in was gentle music in my ears.
Embraced by it.
I walked across oceans waiting for them to carry me.
To take me to shore, somewhere new, somewhere else to wherever the music would lead the way.
I went to mountains high enough to hear it in the clouds and then I saw it all from an eagle's eye.
Landed softly again in the loneliest desert where I once again fell asleep to the sound of the rain.

That familiar sound of home.