It is the sound of the rain
On the window panes
Which gifts me comfort
I feel settled, knowing
That the world moves on
Yet I have found shelter
I was think about
Becoming the I
Who lives my life
That the ways
In which I box things up
Are of my own choosing
That I have an open life
And a secret life
May bring complications
Yet also a sense of order
Is imposed, simply by
Having classifications
Sunshine and rain
You could say
For the rains have died down
The showers have cleared up
The return of the birdsong
Is what brings me contentment
