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.
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