Listening In

A stampede of raindrops tramples my roof,

In this upstairs room it's a din,

The TV'S turned off and the light soon will be,

I just like to sit back and listen in.


So loud now the sound overpowers the dark,

The clamor running straight through my soul,

Totally immersed I smile at the fury,

Cocooned in my haven below.


Poets write of tears that fall like rain,

Their imaginations leading them astray,

Words are the droplets from the storm inside,

Remembered pain of love slipped away.


Darkness again as the roar slowly fades,

The silence of night gathering its release,

But I'll keep the light off for just a little while,

Listening to goodbye until its whispers cease. 

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