Night Rain

I love listening to the sound of rain when I’m in bed. It raises a sense of nostalgia, a feeling of melancholy–but not in a bad way.

The night saturates
 the land
 Dark fat drops
 plink and plonk
 before settling into 
 a steady drumming
 beating a rhythm
 the lyrics full of 
 longing, burgeoning
 with desire and
 melancholy
 the notes rise
 like trout to a
 fly floated down a
 dark slick of water
 just there and then
 swallowed.