Grandmother’s House

I miss the rustle of leaves
Wet
Outside the windows of my grandmother’s house
The worst words
skip a generation
Shielded
We are free to dream in our grandparents painted home
As rain hits window panes
Gently but sure
I still sleep with one eye open
But I’m smiling and I don’t want to forget this midnight show
Those other nights will return soon enough
Pull the blanket tight
Listen to the rain