Orbs of rain burst upon the shingles;
collapse in rhythmic joys.

They trace along your teary windows;
surveying the black trees,
and clinch to withered bark.
Knotting night and day with the quiet dark.

A burst of ocher clouds in the indigo sky,
and your eyes barely open.
You're safe here;
nestled in cold sheets
in the shallows of early morning.

Solace dwells in silence,
and the brisk summer dawn.
You're safe here;
stepping through the lamplight
and the dew blanketed lawn.