Casted away by the sound of rain
is where I found myself dwelling in between the roots of trees,
like a sparrow huddled between the two pieces of wood
that make up it’s house.
Waves of grass soothe the grin that sleeps on my face
understanding not the cause or end.
A split in the weather,
with April’s full moon beaming down on the trails
of rainwater that gather together for one last push.
Across the street in between two houses
there stands one whose last light went out,
a silent good night whispered to the wind.
Rain picks up again,
and I couldn’t be more pleased.