This is the third version.
Listen to the Rain
Now gone are days of drought and heat.
Hear droplets on my roof,
which started in the dark to beat;
the misting trees are proof.
Will it be raining long today,
with clouds that veil the sun?
I’ve woken to a morning gray.
The day has not begun.
The light floats in on pale, cool air
to softly kiss my cheek.
And only with the rain I'll share
the peace that I did seek.
Tis soft, this bed in which I lie,
so deep I feel I'll drown.
Within the warmth, I close my eyes
as sleep comes rushing down.
