Only The Rain Poem by Stephanie Beyer

It is dark, and late.
I lay in my bed, unable to sleep.
My window is tightly shut, but
I can hear all the noise of the streets.
I try to put my mind at ease,
but fail because the noise on the streets is
unbearably loud.

Suddenly, there is a crash and a flash,
Lightning just hit the ground.
Rain starts to pour down.
The noise on the streets is brought to a stop because
the rain puts the the ruckus to a stop.
Now I hear nothing but the peaceful rain and
thunder crashing down.
I listen to the pitter patters that hit my window screen, and
My mind drifts into a sleep.