Is there anybody there? Said the Traveller
As the rain, it pelted down
He beat the door with a sodden fist
And glared with a stormy frown
Why won’t you answer the door, he shouted
I can hear you moving about!
But no hand came to turn a key
And his certainty turned to doubt
Sure I can hear you whispering, he said
In a questioning tone
Why won’t you open the door?
Why leave me out here alone?
I must go now, he whispered forlornly
The sunrise paints the sky
I can’t stay to play in the daylight
For now, all things must die
The door slowly opened to greet the sun
No visitor remained in sight
Only a damp puddle was left behind
From the Traveller in the night