Rainfall

I wrote this when I could hear the rain outside my window while I was trying to go to sleep. This poem arose when I thought about other things I could hear, but not see out my window.

I write in the midst of darkness
For I do not need the light
To hear the rain fall on ground
This perfect starry night
The air is crisp, the night sky cold
Crickets chirping loudly
Great wise oaks sway in the breeze
Calmly but proudly

Author's Note

I meant this poem to be longer, but I never got back to it.

Reviews

[Bare trees]

Fine the way it is and I like the rhymes. Nice.

[Valorie Lauter]

Love it ....looking forward to the finish of this poem.