When it pours at night

Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before--more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle. 
― Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

When it pours at night

Heavy, but there isn't light

No Sun to make me see

All I hear are sounds

Drops dropping, dripping

Sogginess is all I smell

Can feel the wetness abound

But, there isn't a light

Moon isn't there

How can I see?

Amidst this noise I lie awake

There’s dissonance within me

It flirts; it rattles paces and settles

It has a voice, it crawls passively

But there isn't a light

No one’s there

To make me see

And then there’s pouring

Not from the skies
and I sleep in the warmth

just glad that it poured tonight.