Until it is late midnight
rain splatters into exhausted eardrums
and saturates the sleep,

What a headache, pal!
The noise is so exasperating – and unceasing,

One turns this way and that way –
reads for a while, but finds water dripping
from the book as well
onto his belly…
and cuddles up against the warm blanket
but the blanket is no wall in between –