Arid Thirst

A Poem by Marc

Missing you on a night like this
Rain....
Gently falling on the skylight
Wind softly whistling
Through the patio door
That's been left ajar
From the day 's routine activities
Dried leaves from last fall
Rustling against the fence
Dancing in a circle sway
Until the weight of the wet rain's
Restraints embraces them to the ground
Washing away it's freedom
Taking away its breath
Until it can move no more
But still I get up
And shut the door