Night Rain

It drips outside my window drip, drop, drip, drop, night rain in the middle of November it has started, it won't stop. It falls fast then it falls slow, puddling up slowly into the ground it goes. It is cool on the skin always is, this time of year, replenishing one of God's creations something I hold near and dear. Listening to the night rain truly calms me down, after a long day of being busy dripping, dropping to the ground. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Nov.22/2015 I'm sitting here listening to the rain dripping outside my window.