Softly falls the summer rain
In the middle of the night
I lay awake and listen as it drops
Falling off the porch roof
Landing everywhere
Soaking into the parched earth

Far away a lonely call is heard
The feint whistle of a passing train
Everything else is silent
Taking a break from the buzz
The world is asleep
Even the barking dog

Alone without moon or stars
Darkest of the summer nights
A soft warm breeze will blow
In through the open window
Fresh and clean as life
Linens are hung

Flight of a wandering mind
Rising above the clouds or rain
A dream walker that leaves
Its tired and weary bones
Listen to the rain falling
Mystifying my thoughts