The midnight rain
It beckons me
To show myself
And I don’t resist
Because we both know
I love to be kissed
By sweetened drops
From a night sky
Not obsessed
With staying dry
For the night rain knows
When all’s said and done
I prefer midnight rain
To the midday sun.
Love this piece. You go, Ken. Let it all hang out. 😉
I’m sitting here and heard the rain against the window, and I realize it really is true. Not that I don’t like sunny afternoons, but if I had to choose between the two, I prefer the midnight rain. So much more character and nuance.