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!