The sound of rain

The rain drums

its nervous fingers

On the awning

outside my window

Our lives filled

with mis-opportunities

And unrealized ambitions

But it is the sound of rain

That gives me pleasure

You can’t fake that feeling

As if some primitive

Excitement born

Out of the caves,

Making me shiver

And laugh

I ache to feel safe

Even when others

Tell me how sorry

I’ll be

Safe from the ravages

Of the storm

I know can’t touch me

Where I really live

Full of “sound and fury”

But no real threat

I feel clean

If just a little sad

Hearing the desperate

Whisper of the wind

And the voices

Of those still lost

In the midst of the storm

Holding nothing

But the cold wet air

Feeling nothing

But their own despair.