Night Rain
It cloaks me like a blanket.
I thank it.
It tittle-tatters me to sleep.
On quiet nights I stay awake.
It’s late.
I’m thinking thoughts and counting sheep.
On rainy nights I’m soothed.
Smoothed.
Rough patches from the day removed.
The noise swirls round the room
And soon…
Soon…
Soon…
I thank it.
It tittle-tatters me to sleep.
On quiet nights I stay awake.
It’s late.
I’m thinking thoughts and counting sheep.
On rainy nights I’m soothed.
Smoothed.
Rough patches from the day removed.
The noise swirls round the room
And soon…
Soon…
Soon…
This poem is copyright (©) Annelies Judson 2024
About the Writer
Annelies Judson
Annelies hails from Aotearoa New Zealand. She likes cooking, cricket, and her kids (not in that order). This year she won a kids’ poetry competition, and it made her want to call herself a writer. When she grows up, she'd quite like to be a dancer or a children’s entertainer.
