Rain

Rain

Awaking from cashmere cocooned slumber

Heartbeat rising, senses sleepy, shapes in a darkened room appear.

The distant sounds of pitter-patter splashback on the window

Signals to befuddled brain, smashing water so severe.

Liquid water, cold and fresh, precipitation falls to earth

Gravity sucking water droplets to its heart.

And nestling tender beneath duckdown Tog

I listen to kinetics beyond the glass barrier

That heralds the days’ saturated prologue.

Splish splash. Striking at the blinds the watery portents tap

Splish splash. Squirreled deep under cotton clouds of white

I shround myself  and determine to prolong my snuggled nap.

Let the rain fall heavy and launder fresh the streets with glistening glow

I love to hear the sound, I love to hear its power, the other side of the window.

By Linda Prince