Unable To Lose Poem by Stefan nnn

Beyond sleep
I climb, and stand on the roof
The night is quiet
But for a lone peewit calling
And the rain

Head raised, eyes closed
I sense the world around me
The warm rain blown on tremulant winds
The sound of the trees
The smell of Spring

I would be lost
The rain falls; harder and louder
Large drops softly kiss: my lips and my face
I start to shiver, but sway and remain
I am still here, not one, not gone.