Poetry For A Rainy Evening

This poem paints such a vivid picture in my head. I hope you can see my vision as well.

Rain

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.

Slip into solace,

pure comfort,

silence…

Crackle!

Pop!

The Red-hot embers shoot and spark in the fireplace, catching my eye.

Shadows are cast on the wall in my study,

the subtle waving of the flickering flames seem to animate them.

A figure dances for me upon the books resting on the shelf,

occupying my mind deeper into relaxation.

Snap!

A branch has given up hope and fallen to its death.

Thump!

It now lies upon the soil that once, slowly, bore it.

I turn to see the result of the suicide and notice the beauty the night reveals.

The vast colors flood my eyes, causing them to sink into paralysis.

Blacks, Blues, and Greens, all shadowed in darkness,

yet light, beams from the moon through the clouds and speckles the land below.

Then, I realize, it is still raining outside of my window.

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.

Slip into solace,

pure comfort,

silence…