One of my very favorite poems is Jane Kenyon's "Let Evening Come." For me, it has been a day full of rain and teenage moodiness, which kind of hovers over the scene like, well, a raincloud--not that I'm complaining! It's just been that kind of day, and I'm ready to let evening come. Only it's already quite late here, so my end-of-day homage to Kenyon refers to the night. Please do read her poem; it's simple and lovely and just about perfect.
Let the rain patter against the dark windows
Let the lights on the hill fade one by one
Let the dog and cat rest by the flickering fire
Let night come