Last Night

Last night

it rained so hard

the roof hummed.

I lay awake


to the rhythm,

beneath  layers of sound.

I thought  I could hear voices;


in conversation


moving quickly

back and forth

and laughter?

Who are they?

The rain slows

to a steady pace,

like an old typewriter

tapping out their elusive story.


About juliehyndman

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6 Responses to Last Night

  1. Kylie says:

    Like it…reminds me of the ghosts in the Big House on Cloudstreet

  2. EllaDee says:

    I like your analogy of the women in conversation. Next time I hear rain on the roof I’ll be listening for them, and the typewriter in the next room 🙂

    • allpoetryandcreativewriting says:

      Thanks Elladee, sometimes I think my imagination is a bit over the top! But I know I’m not the only one with such a vivid mind! Thanks…:)

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