THE RAIN IS WHISPERING OUTSIDE

The rain is whispering
Outside
Now down to trickles
On the tin roof
It calls me out
Me, stubborn inside
Refuses the call.
How long will it take you to see
A whispers point
The rain seem to ask itself
Maybe a rain of red
Or blue
I cannot confirm
A rain I do not see
Or see with my ears
Slowly calming down
Is it a rain for someone else
Who is out there
Is it a rain at all
Sometimes acid strikes earth
Is it warm inside without the hearth
Earth, her art, heart
And warm without
Where the absence lurks
The drops whisper
A long time after
The rain  has stopped playing.