Night Rain

Even with the lights dimmed
I cannot seem
to force sleep into my mind.
Instead, my heart beats, steady.
My mind runs round,
active.
Unlike daytime, where my rationale is my pal.

Then, I hear the sound.
Drip. Drop.

Night heightens my mind.
It also adds a light
to the droplets
that I do not see during the day.

I close my eyes.
And think.
My mind flies everywhere.
From Latin, ab ovo usque ad mala
to Chinese,
to friends that were long forgotten.
I was to think that the memories would be rotten
but instead they stayed.
Waiting for me to think of them, without any dismay.