As I lie awake, I ask myself, "
Who will save me from the silence?"
Suddenly there comes rattling from the roof,
first one, then many. It is the rain,
here (
I tell myself) to fend off this loneliness,
until dreams pull me to
safety.
Even so, when I wake, the sun (they say) is
due to
shine.
Where, then, will my rain be? The sun
could never take its place.
A submission for the e2verse challenge. Thanks Demeter!