
rain wrapped in darkness
a good morning to sleep in
‘til the thunder booms

rain wrapped in darkness
a good morning to sleep in
‘til the thunder booms
the hoots of an owl
drowned by approaching sirens
and sudden silence
long train in the night
counting the clickety clacks
before sleep returns
the sweet sound of rain
seeping through the fits of sleep
refreshing the soul
four a.m. wake up
a gathering of barred owls
who really cares who