Rain Sound

Rain Sound

Who needs sound

Besides the deaf

For whom any sound

Becomes love 

Even explosions

First heard

would be an orgasm

The resident of the city

Listens to prerecorded rain

To fall asleep

The lonely rancher

Needs the occasional

Bellow from a steer

That makes its sounds

Knowing it's missing

Parts of anatomy taken

When just prancing prairie-ful

In the hills I heard the creek

At night shoving boulders

Thumping in argument

With the water that demands

Respect for its ability to control

The shape of the canyon

That sleep differed from the city

Where I learned to sleep

With traffic and drunk screams

At midnight as I tossed in the heat

Rain on the roof 

of my home In iowa

Makes me wonder

If a hidden tornado

Will toss me as if 

I was a spark from a camp fire

Flying upwards ready to burn out

The distant sound of tires

Against hard concrete

Sings to me at Night

As America falls asleep

Waiting for delivery

Of a pillow that yells

At a sleeping head

“Wake up, I hear rain.”

With me tossing and adjusting

As I calm its fears

Barry G. Wick