Rain Song

A quiet winter night

as a cold breeze whispers

through a cracked window sill.

The rain taps on above.

As it dances upon my roof

and splatters upon the soggy ground.

Then with intensity like a choir,

it increases it’s sound.

To a rhythmic roar

that beats against the doors

And whips round the trees.

I an lulled by these.

This repetitive sound

a comfort of drops and drips.

Taps and splashes on

As I sleep to this rain song.