Foreword: How hearing rain outside my window in the early hours of the morning stirs my mind. How the sound of rain takes me back to when I was child listening to it strike my window. How it stirs the feelings of lost naivety of childhood.
I lay and listen to the rain
Striking gently on my pane
Although way past 2am
I'm calm, at peace, feel sane..
Hypnotic as it falls
Whisper grows louder as it calls
Melancholy feeling grows within these walls
Mocking, it takes me for a fool..
White noise of precipitation
Falling outside as natures sedation
Mind drifts on tides of emotion
Search dark seas for shipwrecked elation..
Once more it fades away
As darkness gives into day
Only to reappear with the dawn and grey
Tears fall from the sky again..
(©) Dom Giddy 2020