Rain

Sixty-six degrees, five minutes to ten.

Blankets tangled around my feet,

Staring at the ceiling,

Listening to the rain outside.

Soft patterings as droplets hit the ground,

Drumming out a constant rhythm,

As lightning flashes, far away,

Thunder muted by the clouds.

Sometimes I feel guilty, being calmed

When the sky weeps at night.

What upsets it? What makes the clear dark blue

Cover itself with grey?

Sixty-six degrees, five minutes to ten.

Blankets tangled around my feet,

Staring at the ceiling,

Listening to the sky cry outside.