Sleeping in the Rain

Blurred sounds come into focus,

A drumming on the window,

And tired eyelids yawn back into my head.


A grey warmth fills the room,

Like a sombre memory,

With a comfort of knowing,

It was you that experienced it.


Lie here for a moment.


Soak up this tranquility,

This utter stillness.

Like my own bubble has been made real.


Slip quietly between my dreamworld and this,

And it's like nothing could disturb me.


Glide down stairs,

The whole house still,

Relaxed.


And time slips like a gently growing pool of water,

Unstoppable, steady, slow...

Just the way I like it.


It's like someone custom made a day for me,

And tied it up with rain...


By Ben Jones