Sleepless Symphony

The rain fell steady on the roof While I lay awake next to her. Her slumbered sounds while fast asleep Had scored a midnight symphony: Each drop of rain from heaven fell Made sounds like strings on violins Each tightly strung and singly tuned Awaiting for the slightest cue. A flash, then thunder from the clouds Commenced the orchestrally sounds Of euphonic respiration's And the strings of condensation Played for an audience of one: Dreamy arrangements envisioned.