Night Rain

 

 Do you love the night rain?
 The gurgling drain and xylophone tiles
 As earth eases her tension in torrents?
 A relentless rhythm beyond the window pain
 

 I love the night rain
 I love being woken
 Window left open
 By the sound 
 and cold spray on my feet
 

 I used to imagine 
 a boy in a boat
 I feel small but safe
 Even better with lightening
 Alone in my vessel 
 

 I always felt sad
 When the hammering eased
 morning came and
 the world was quiet again 

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