I can’t sleep,
The drizzling rain outside,
Makes so many sounds,
Like it’s talking.
Whispering in my ear,
Telling me its sorrowful tale,
Riddled with disaster,
And full of woe.
I can hear the crying,
In the wind,
The shouting of denial,
The screams of pain.
Every place it’s been to,
Every person it’s seen,
It’s shown me,
In the dancing lightening.
The rain reminds me,
Of all mankind’s mistakes,
And all of the destruction,
It has seen.
Through all the ages,
It has missed nothing,
And it whispers it,
All to me.
Then the voice of the rain,
In the softest of words,
Tells me,
Of our future.
That is the secret it left with me,
As it crept away,
And that’s why,
I can’t sleep.
