Late night nirvana

I watch the dark, heavy sky break.
The rain begins to fall with a melodic pitter-patter on the ground.
The street so cold it becomes ice in an instant.
I drift into its sweet sound.
La dee da de da de da,
La dee dee dee da.
I sway to the icy song.
The night knows my weakness.
I am caught within its trap.
Frozen where I stand.
Breathing white as snow.
I am nirvana.