Me and the Rain

Open the window at 4am.
Listen to the rain
falling on the window.

The street.
The parked cars.
The garden chair
I left out last night.

Sit in the glow
of the streetlight.

Just listen.

Hear a car race up the street.
Too fast.

Then it fades.

And I’m left with the sound
of the rain.

The smell drifting in
through the window.

Pick up my guitar.
Quietly picking out a chord.

Me and the rain.