Treasure Island

Scott Stanley Davis

(Indianapolis, Indiana)

Night Rain


What is it about rain that is in the night, for you cannot see the clouds without sunlight; as you sleep on a soft bed with covers over your head, but there it is a drip drop instead; It does not interfere with the atmosphere, this I know is so clear; As you rest on a your bed, then must wake up to close the window, as it rains on the weeping willow and not on your pillow you just fled.
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