Rain At 3 AM

I lay awake staring at the ceiling at 3 in the morning,

Listening to the rain slapping at the window,

The wind howling to enter the room,

To make me shiver even more.

I touch my cold feet to your warm ones,

And you smile and moan in your sleep,

As you push them away,

But hold me in your warmth of your arms,

As I lay again,

Staring at the ceiling,

Listening to the rain and the howling wind,

But, now, safer, warmer, and less lonely,

Than a minute ago.

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