The Sibilance Of Showers.

As I lay awake listening to nature;

The breeze rustling the leaves,

Just moving them gently, producing a sound

So difficult to discern.

The blackbird singing to his partner

In melodies of wonder and awe;

Soon he sleeps leaving the stage

For the robin, whose wonderful song

Is always there at the end of the day.

Then all becomes still and quiet

Except for the gentle caress of the breeze.

Gently, so gently, a new sound is heard

Coming slowly towards me.

A sound of absolute intimacy,

Until at last, my eyes gently close.

And I fall to sleep,

To the sibilant sound of showers.