As I lie awake
, I ask myself, "Who will save me
from the silence?"
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
Where, then, will my rain be? The sun could never take its place
A submission for the e2verse challenge. Thanks Demeter!