Rain at Night
In its own shadow,
Earth stretches and sighs;
Removed from the sun,
Contented it lies.
So peaceful and cool
So quiet and still;
All nature's at rest,
All's silent and chilled.
Rain falls so gently,
She lulls the parched ground,
Brings rhythm to night;
A soothing, sweet sound.
She whispers of sleep,
When falling on trees,
She whispers of dreams,
She whispers of peace.
Rain's softly singing,
Night's blanket pulled 'round;
Raindrops are dancing,
Soft'ning the ground.
Rain's singing faster,
It's sound now a hiss;
Trees reaching higher,
Drops shattered to mist.
Now falling softer.
Feel the hushed pleasure;
Rain soft in moonlight,
Peaces' own measure.
-J.R. Willett