Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply....
Dear ghosts who tap and sigh upon the glass:
I get it. You are waiting for a reply. What do you want me to say? "Go to the light?" "Scooby-Doo, where are you?" "I see dead people?"
You poor lost souls: You've assembled the wrong cast. I can't give you those words. I have problems of my own.
So tap away. I like the sound of rain. I like the spirits it raises. I see girls floating popsicle sticks down streaming gutters. I see smiling, delighted desert-born faces staring up at the sky: What is this? Water? From heaven? Miraculous! So, yes, tap and sigh, tap and sigh. You don't scare me. I'm not afraid.
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