Sleepless Night

Sleepless Night


Dead of night and raindrops falling,
Small tap, tap, tapping,
Upon the wooden porch,
Upon the grass, pavement and trees,
 Arrhythmic cadence,
Unique only to rainfall,
Past midnight now,
Crickets are still partying,
Out in the sticks, and their bush-league taverns,
Cricket jazz until the sun comes up,
Sleepless night,
And, yet,
I am blanketed by the sweet sound of rain,
There is rhythm, and romance,
A resonance,
One set from as far back as rocking in your mother’s arms,
Perhaps it is the reason for sleeplessness tonight,
I don’t want to miss it,
Not one drop.


Peter Lowell Paulson
October 6, 2012