Carrie Beth Davis
Rain falls softly on the rusty
tin roof above my head,
rousing me from my slumber,
ridiculing my attempt at rest.
Best friends caught up
in a whirlwind conversation,
the raindrops engage
in a spirited banter.
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.
Thoughts race through my mind,
echoing the raindrops’ rowdy exchange.
I will my eyes to shut, but they disobey.
I endure another sleepless night.