The rain pelted down angrily on rusted red corrugated zinc. It pounded it's message home on a tropical night. Thunder rolled on massive cumulus wheels.The oceans roiled to deep but still he could not sleep.
                  His favorite lullaby had failed
       A tropical concoction. to no avail. and so.

With fingers clasped behind his head and staring at the candles dance on wall and ceiling.

                  No answers came calling though wished upon, no squall brought mournful musings... Nothing to cling to till dawns awakening..
A vacancy there. His stares unending to pierce the roof and ceiling again to see the heavens in eyes of mind....A vacancy still. no takers.
minutes turned to hours.  Ah but wait.. no the wind now lashes pelting drops a harsh tattoo and cascade.
Sleep in it the bed you made.

Come quiet morning
Come with the sun come hither. The guttural croak. Croak and response of the plague. Frogs in swamped places now boast and make merry and willfully taunting. a sing song of nature.

goes on ... and you with laced fingers and no answers..
Patience