In the silence of the night
it softly begins.
A gentle cleansing at first
and then the steady beats
that lead the steps as
the leaves begin to dance.
In the silence of the night,
through the open window,
the skies cry their gentle song
and the earth holds the tears,
absorbing each drop
until its grasp overflows.
In the silence of the night,
under the warmth of the quilt
and beside the snoring of four-legged companions
the heartbeat of the rain and the breath of the breeze
lull me to sleep.