Voice Of Noah Poem by William McGehee

This rain speaks to me with sad and lonely words,
It brings no company but the calling of the birds.
It drives all men but me to seek comfort by a fire,
For to all me but me its whispers go unheard.

I tried to tell them of the rain, my words were all a mired.
I told them what it said to me, they turned and called me 'liar'.
Those sad and lonely words that pulled me from my chair
Were only meant for me to hear, my burden till I tire.

Dear Rain, I do not want to hear you when your whispers fill the air.
I never want to hear your call, that sad and lonely snare.
I only want to rest in warmth and dream without a care,
But as only I can hear your voice, speak and I'll be there.