In bed I lay cuddled in the arms of my love,
Listening to the gentle beats of the raindrops,
Coming down from the sky above.
Rain is always such a peaceful sound,
It provides a drink of water for trees and flowers all around.
Landing and splashing down onto the tips of the grass,
Gently breaking the pond’s clear blue glass.
Deep in thought, I lay in comfort and silence,
I close my eyes and I can feel God’s presence.
The beat of the rain is similar to that of a dancer’s shoes,
The roof is the stage, and the thunder the music,
A performance so beautiful and theatric.
Occasional streaks of lightning brighten the sky,
Along with the dark clouds that slowly pass by.
I continue listening as I drift back to sleep,
The storm finally ends,
As the last drop lands from its leap.
© 2019 Angela J. Stout