Listen to the rain,
It calls to me
Drowning out the noise
Of summer
With its persistent
Percussive drumming
Precise paradiddles
Mark time as grey falls away
Pooling in puddles
Of deepening shadow
There is a rhythm to it
A soothing ambience
In its way
As it fades into memory
Softly brushed
Into a corner
The space feels endless
Empty and vast
Sing freshly
Written songs