The sound of rain comforts
from a well of memory:
Your childhood room,
listening to the tv’s drone
Your parents’ barely-heard conversation
blending with the steady rain
You are safe inside.
Or farther back, before you were conscious
Of your consciousness,
A heartbeat in the womb
Like rain susurrating in the wind
Or farther, still, into the deep time
A family sits around a fire
Watching the rain beyond cave walls
When even language was new

It was supposed to be a sonnet,
but it really wanted that extra line.
#24 in 30 Poems for September

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