Rhythm of the Rain
While lying in my bed, I leisurely listen
To the gentle rhythm of the rain on the roof.
As I notice raindrops on the windows glisten,
My eyelids hang heavy, I become more aloof.
Now safe and warm at the end of my day’s hurries,
Therapeutic drizzle helps wash away my pain.
Like a caring, comforting friend soothes my worries,
I turn once again to the rhythm of the rain.
Copyright © Bartholomew Williams | Year Posted 2019
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