Listening to the Rain

A rain poem for a rainy day; written when I was approaching my poetic prime and not watching it recede in the rear view mirror:

Listening to the rain
Beating against the window pane
Pounding the roof and bending the trees
Soaking the ground and wetting the eaves
A steady refrain (this evening's rain).

Listening to the sound
Of torrents cascading down
Banging the walk and cracking the street
Delighting the rose and feeding the wheat
Water earthward bound (judging by the sound).

Listening in the dark
Kept from sleep by visions stark
Of homeless wraiths unable to rest
Of saints and sinners, damned and blessed
Of troubled hearts (alone in the dark).