The clouds have gathered in a heavy, dark veil,
To tell the night a long and watery tale.
A rhythmic tapping on the tin overhead,
While the world is tucked in a warm, cozy bed.
The streetlights are blurred in a hazy gold glow,
As the silver streams in the gutters start to flow.
The scent of the earth, so damp and so sweet,
Rises to meet the wet stones of the street.
I sit by the window with a cup in my hand,
Watching the shadows transform all the land.
The thunder is distant, a low, rolling drum,
Making the silence of the room start to hum.
It's a night for the dreamers and those who can't sleep,
For secrets and promises we meant to keep.
The rain washes over the dust and the pain,
Leaving us fresh and forgiven again.
No need for a candle, no need for a light,
Just the music of water in the middle of night.
Let the world wash away, let the heart find its peace,
As the tears of the sky bring a sudden release.