Carrie Beth Davis

The Conversation


Rain falls softly on the rusty
tin roof above my head,
rousing me from my slumber,
ridiculing my attempt at rest.

Spat-Tap-Tap-Tap.
Tap-Spat-Tap-Spat.

Best friends caught up
in a whirlwind conversation,
the raindrops engage
in a spirited banter.

Spat-Tap-TAP-Spat!
Tap-Spat-Spat-SPAT!

Their constant, incessant chatter
refuses to lull me to sleep.
I toss, I turn, I moan, I groan,
angrily shoving my pillow over my head.

Spat-TAP-TAP-Spat!
Tap-TAP-SPAT-SPAT!

Thoughts race through my mind,
 echoing the raindrops’ rowdy exchange.
I will my eyes to shut, but they disobey.
I endure another sleepless night.

SPAT-TAP-TAP-SPAT!
TAP-TAP-SPAT-SPAT!