I hear a sound, I think it’s rain
It pings against my window pane
Each droplet falling one by one
Like staccato echoes everyone
The drip, drip, dripping that I hear
Sounds like a trumpet on my ear
Crescendo rising to its peak
With no one there who dares to speak
The silence of the night is lost
There’s no one left to count the cost !
Claire V. Bogdanos 