Water comes with the dawn
Finding my dryness yearning
Welcome clouds gather
Blanketing the cruel sun.
Better than night, this soft gloom
Tempers edges, soothes pain.

Under its pall the word forlorn
Loses its fierce burning
Under its grey, the weather
Of the soul resolves in a dun
Nothingness, a quiet wide room,
A misty, dull and peaceful lane
To rest in till love comes again.

Richard Blanch

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-quietness/