November 30, 2016

Asleep Again


We're waiting on rain,

in bed, tonight.

They say it'll be here

by morning light.

Clouds above, earth below,

there's nowhere else

for rain to go.

I hear it falling

on the roof,

a steady tapping,

slowly at first,

then coming down

with a deafening din,

sealing us

completely in,

until we nod off,

now and then,

awakening only

when we can,

all good practice

for when we fall

asleep, again.