Night Rain
Coloured parchments
Of a child's crayoning.
The wind
Churns them
To a boiling stream—
A waterfall of pain.
All night long
Their music
Lulls me to sleep…
Lulls and comforts
With the static hiss
Of rain;
Soft as your breathing...
Soft as the patter
Of drops
On the windowpane.