The patter of rain at 3 am drones on
the coolness of night at winter's end proceeds
if fetching my laptop I joust at chess till dawn
would this be a blameworthy waste of time? what needs
the silent yet unrelenting soul contains!
what notions the addled fruitful brain displays!
though years pass like dreams I'm wakeful with these rains
while hidden away are dawn's untrammeled rays