I follow the wet solace of the rain,
every droplet a syllable in nature's articulate speech.
Falling on rooftops, whispering soothing songs
to the insomniac hearts below.
Then comes the midnight train,
an echo in the distance, slicing through the night.
With promises of unknown destinations,
it courts my wandering spirit.
Together, rain and train compose
the hymn of my nocturnal soul.
Two fleeting comforts, singing in harmony,
a serenade for those who find solace in the ephemeral.