Waiting for Rain

The night is dark
Unusually so 
Gone are the meteorites 
The great celestial show
The fireworks of the sky
There are no stars 
Instead  in stillness
Just a breath of wind 
Wafts through the open window
A welcome coolness
On a summer’s night 
The distant clatter of a train 
Over Aish crossing
Punctuates the intervals
Under the cloud 
The silence seems poised
We are waiting for rain 
Will it come?