Lullaby

I love the sound of the rain,
Especially at night.
Like a murmur of voices,
Behind a dark shroud – too
Thick to hear words,
Just the whispers of lost souls
Tapping ever-so-gently at my window.
I fancy them sages, wise with
Lost knowledge, forgotten lore,
– secrets –
yet they speak in tongues,
leaving me dumb in their wake.
A pleasant sound –
this eerie drumming on the roof,
thousands of tiny feet running amuck,
to and fro in a frantic dance –
it soothes like a cool hand
on a fevered brow.
They lull me to silence,
their song pervasive,
their scent a soul’s morphine,
I cannot escape the peace they propose,
– powerless –
I fall prey as sleep devours my every thought.
I love the sound of the rain,
Especially at night.
It drowns the pain,
one drop at a time.
– Eric W. Hinton
– 04/24/98

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