Here’s a note I wrote in my journal on January 12, 2015:

Last night I awoke to the rain and had a new thing happen. I began to think of a poem. It expresses what I feel, what I felt then. I had been thinking about writing poetry and wondered if I could.

Rain in the Night

Awakened in the night
I hear the rain
Falling
Hard

Arising from my bed
Through empty space
I move
Softly

The vacuum in my soul
Cries from within
My depths
Thirsting

Oh that the rain
Into my empty heart
Would flow
Now

The joy would bloom
And swirl within
The night
Forever