Noise

Standing in  the rain
This rushing cacophony
Drowning the voices
Telling me
No good
No fair
So bad
So clear
Can’t let them under
My skin anymore
But the water and the thunder
Rumbling deluge of noise
Only room for the storm
Nightgown soaked
I turn to go
Past a furnace finely stoked
I lift the day over my head
And let it fall to the floor
And turn to the bed.
All I hear now is the sigh
Of the sheets accepting me
Into their folds