The quiet hiss of gentle rain

The quiet hiss of gentle rain
makes me think
I'll sleep well tonight.
Strange dreams of late
furrow my brow unexplained
unexplainable, laughable
the latest one in a morning snooze.
I recounted it to a student
who puzzled wondered how weird I was.
Real people appear in these dreams
Out of place and out of time, deceased.

The rain is even softer now
More hushing than hissing.
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Posted: Aug 2021
About this poem:
Just as it happened.

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