I love it. I love it !!

How many times have I heard the sound of rainspots on my tent?
Lying inside, with night all around,
A steady candle flame giving me sight,
The pattering rain taps lightly and strongly in waves,
Rising and fading continuous drops,
Mercury drops, deadening drops, that drown other sounds,
Sagging the shadowy lines of the nylon,
But it's not monotonous, I hope it keeps up,
So I can dream in peaceful existence all this night,
In my warm blue pit, under the noisy pink fabric.

G.S.