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.