by James Keller


Sometimes lying in bed
you hear rainfall
before it arrives overhead
on night wings of winter,
an anticipation learned
in childhood.

In quiet excitement
anxious also,
listening intently in bed,
open-eyed at midnight,
trying to stay awake 'til
water spills.

Sleep seals eyelids until
one more birthday
awakens you in pre-dawn dark
with little pangs of pain
and the consolation of
falling rain.