Rain

All night it poured, 

 And poured, and poured again, 

And I would sleep, 

 And wake, and sleep again, and wake, 

 Awakened by the pounding of the rain 

Upon our metal roof — so loud — 

And sleep again, 

 And dream of friends long gone, 

The memories pouring in 

 And leaking out again each time I’d wake 

And check the clock: has morning come at last? 

And when it does, I rise, 

And coffee doesn’t help me to disguise 

The lingering effects of a broken night, 

Or still the relentless sounding 

 Of the rain, the rain, the rain that’s all around us.