I couldn’t sleep that night and lay restless on my bed.

My eyes heavy with the need of slumber.

I watched the picture that played before me

The familiar sight of rainfall over the street lamp fell with constant need

The beam of golden light spilled over the pavement and water fell like a gossamer curtain over the spill of illumination

A few lonely moths encircled the orange globe and danced in this liquid sunshine

Desperate beads of water clung like a crystal necklace to the wires.

The gift of sleep had so eluded me that  long night but this  consolation prize was the greatest  gift of all.