a sterility of
silence
tends to blanket
my bedroom
a hushed reverence
in this
darkened crypt

a low rumble
perhaps a plane
or thunder
from the clouds
blowing in from
the east

the rains have
been frequent
over the last
year, give or take
but summer turned
harsh as the
ground thirsts
for a much
needed drink

tonight, perhaps
i will sleep
as the rains
wash over the land
nestled in dream
holding her
ever so close
to my chest
as the planes
circle farther
the storm calming
the thunder of
my irregular mind