On a rainy night, I stand in my frontage small,
Gazing up at the droplets,as they gently fall,
The Asbestos sheets,a shelter from the Strom,
A refuge where I find peace and my heart can form;
The frogs and crickets ,in harmony , serenade,
their nocturnal chorus ,an enchanting shade,
The cricket's gentle trill ,a soothing sound,
As raindrops touch concrete slab, all around.
In this serene retreat ,I breathe and unwind,
the rhythmic raindrops ,a lullaby to my mind
this small courtyard , haven from the night,
A place where worries fades and clam takes flight;
With every droplets ,a serene peace descends ,
As I stand beneath the rain,my heart and soul mend,
The shelter of my house ,as a preserver tree,
A place where love and clam , forever shine through;
In this drizzly night , I find my peaceful slumber...