The Rain Serenade

All is dark except the screen that sits before me,

I sit and listen to the rhythm of the rain,

making melodic symphonies outside my window.

The wind blows and the rhythm changes,

and then it sings so tenderly,

a peaceful, soothing, comforting song,

and then the flood gates open,

The music becomes a loud drum beating faster and faster,

the wind howling in accompaniment,

almost anger, it soon subsides,

and naught  there is but a soft dripping,

singing ever so softly,

wrapping its water droplets.

almost touching my face from outside the window..

whispering softly

sleep, in a language I am sure

that only I can understand.

My eyelids have become heavy,

and my fingers slip

away

from

the 

keys.

and I

surrender.

Good night.