I fall asleep
To the sound of the raindrops
As they play their soothing music
On the window of my room.
There is no order in which they fall,
But the beat they provide
Can only be created with careful precision.
Some say, when it rains, God is crying
From all of the anger and hurt in the world.
While the rain keeps some awake late at night,
Only the sound of God’s tears
Can put me right to sleep.

                                B.A.D.