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Pitter-pattering outside my window
Creating a calming comfort
The cool, damp air envelops me as I lay down to rest
Cars drive up the road, their tires whirling in the wetness
The rain is my lullaby
Its voice sings me to sleep in its tranquil descent
Outside, the night is meditating
Finding its drishte
Clearing the detritus of the day in the clarity of a blind mist
4 thoughts on “Gray Comfort”
Tranquility at its best!
Indeed! Thanks for reading my friend!
We were just talking last night about loving the sound of the rain on the roof as we fell asleep. I love the last line – the detritus of the day and the clarity of the blind mist. Beautiful. And I love the graphic with the moving rain. Very nice.
AAH Thank you!Funny, I had the same conversation yesterday morning with a colleague-some 2 hours after I published the poem! We’ve been sleeping well here as the weather has been more wet than usual I wrote the last line just before I nodded off in bed!