Night Rain
It drips outside my window
drip, drop, drip, drop,
night rain in the middle of November
it has started, it won't stop.
It falls fast
then it falls slow,
puddling up slowly
into the ground it goes.
It is cool on the skin
always is, this time of year,
replenishing one of God's creations
something I hold near and dear.
Listening to the night rain
truly calms me down,
after a long day of being busy
dripping, dropping to the ground.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Nov.22/2015
I'm sitting here listening to the rain dripping outside my window.
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