tonight I and the quiet
make a companion of the rain
whose soft staccato taps
at the window as if
asking to be let in
this – the first silence
in weeks – is as welcome
now as any old friend
or comfortable shoe
we fit, you see, without
straining and fill
without words (without
asking) the nooks
and bends of the other
’til I am quiet and quiet
is me and all is right
with the rain coming in
on the sill
© Sarah Whiteley
ebbtide 
Lovely…”.’til I am quiet and quiet is me”….the whole poem is like a big sigh. So nice to read your words again.
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“like a big sigh”… I do like that comparison… it really was like a big sigh! thank you!
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Lovely peaceful poem.
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thank you, Val! it was a very peaceful evening (and much needed)
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This is beautiful Sarah.
Those first two lines on their own made me feel content.
David
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why thank you! I am of the firm belief that we ought to savor every moment of pure contentment that we are lucky enough to find.. 🙂
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Lovely! 🙂
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Strange your poem reminded me of the sound of the old rain barrel outside my room at my Grandmother’s home…sounds of the rain…and the peaceful memories of her voice…thanks for that.
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Sarah, I prefer the company of the Silence but it is good we don’t always have to share. And I miss the rain tremendously.
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