Rain; Dreaming

each time I sit still
and listen for the
rain
it slows and drifts into
the night on
clouds barely discernible
from the sky,
each time I shut my blinds
the rain changes shape
changes direction,
I close my eyes
to hear sound of
emptied streets and
the void that quiet and
sleep bring,
each time I wait for the rain
deep into sleepless nights
it ignores me,
and I am a small meaningless
thing,
each time I am left waiting,
wanting,
for clouds and storms
to come again.