Life as Rain

When I was a boy

living in the outback

The sound of rain

on a tin roof at night

would nudge me into sleep

As I grew older

and living in the city

I would leave my window

open and wake at morning

to wet sheets and warm toes

As a man

I'd nestle with my daughters

at night during rain

and imagine that we were

in a cave by the sea near a fire

I miss those nights

they were clean and pure

and warm amongst

the sheets snuggled

rain has changed

and so have I