We Still Have the Rest of the Night

When it stops raining, there's still time.

Millions of tiny raindrops
Dancing on my roof
Their feet are booming
Like strikes by an angry drummer
Lightning illuminating the crevices
Stuffed with shadows like a feather pillow
Thunder roaring throughout the city
The sky gray then black then loud
The raindrops tire of their dance
And some of them stop
They grow lighter and thinner
Until they're gone
The sky is black and quiet
The air damp and cool
We still have the rest of the night
To fill this world with our light