A Sonnet for the Rhythm of Rain

The ebb and flow of rhythmic raindrops call

Convincing me to lay and read a book

And as the pitter patter starts to fall

Beyond my windowpane, I take a look

A rush of calm envelopes me within 

The words begin to stir amid a thought

As lovers hold their passion's bridled sin

Into the net's seduction, they are caught 

Resounding echoes from the beating drum

The dwarves of yore, a clink and clank of stone

And as their baritones and basses hum

No miners are they now; just flesh and bone 

The rainfall tapers off, I, in my keep

Embrace the parting clouds and drift to sleep