Old John and the Rain
I woke last night
And heard the rain
And as I lay there
Listening to the opera
That was the rain
And that the silence filled
A sense of gratitude
In my heart did grow
My bones still ached
And my hands so crooked
Stayed clawed and bent
Their toils outside
Were reaping a dividend
Plenty-fold and tonight
As I listen to that welcomed trespasser
I see my reward that awaits come dawn.
Sleep came again she did
Upon my weary limbs
My eyes, my mind, my heart
All heavy, so full and overflowing
Of all that life has been
And so dreams did come
And take me back to these blessed moments past
And I was young again
Till I woke at dawn to the sound of rain.
Elizabeth Cummings
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #15
Beautiful Elizabeth.