Listening to Rain

I wish to only hear the rain
She speaks to me. She knows my pain
The language of men does naught but disrupt
Like all other sounds, noise that interrupts

A pitter, a patter, gentle and serene
Voices that soothe my chaos unseen
Strength doubling, drizzle to downpour
Drowning the noise, I'm peaceful once more

And raging storm, flooding the land
The sky, her thunder and lightning brand
My storm within, humbled, subsides
Refuge I see in her similar fight

Be lost in her gaze my only desire
To hear her tales as the world expires
Yet water and wind render efforts in vain
She shows me my place, among men I remain