Midnight Rain

Midnight rain Has found me still, And staring from my window sill Upon gray skies And slickened streets On which chaotic drummers beat I close my eyes, And things I’ve seen Are played in rhythm back to me As droplets once So deathly still Begin to drench my soul to fill, And memories Of days gone by, Made bright beneath the lightning sky Return to smile Again once more Until the raindrops cease to pour.