Author Jonathan Chaves Toward evening, the weather turns cold and I moor my boat for the night by the shore. Lying on my pillow, I can't fall asleep: rain at night, on the roof of my lonely cabin. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments