Rain Cocoon
I find a friendly darkness
between the drops of rain;
I welcome skies of gray
that open up and ease my pain.
It matters not how hard
the scented drops may fall;
they enter in my soul
to wash away the gall.
Suddenly, with loud crashes,
or gently, all day long,
I revel in the magic;
to me the rain is song.
The windowpanes that flow,
the lowered, darkened sky
keep me safe within myself
and no one knows I cry.
Copyright, August 23, 2015
Faye Lanham Gibson
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