November 8, 2012
On evil nights, in one’s dark repose.
When all around the hell wind blows.
You’ll find this gift that few of know.
When harsh cuts of pouring rain,
punish the downspout’s drain.
Through a drop upon your window’s pane,
the fire light brings you back again.
Safe and warm inside your home.
The simple thought of this poem,
reminding you you’re not alone.
The sun will shine again.