Soft Rainfall

Just a poem about a moment in time

The moon is full

The rain is soft

I lay beneath my silken cloth

The chatter of droplets tapping the pane

Lulls me to sleep as they enter the drain

Clouds move in and blacken the sky

As wind howls fiercely and thunder cries

Some find this discomforting

I find them sublime 

As consciousness slips away in this moment in time

Reviews

[Stanley Wilson]

beautifully written