Rain - Poem by Toni Atchison
I lay in the dark and listen
to the sound of rain on the glass.
Comforted by the gentle pattern,
swaddled in my blanket.
Lulled by the rain,
counterpointed by the
big purr of a small orange cat,
cradled by pillows and
a soft warm bed, rain lills me to sleep.
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