A Sunday Morning Rain
The soft pitter-patter of rain drops falling
against the AC in the window
It's rhythm rocks me back to sleep
drifting away within the sound of
tiny drums of water droplets from
the clouds above.
A sudden clash
screaming crack of boom
thunder shakes me awake
as a torrent of rain showers
the earth below.
Up from bed and sit outside
inside the screen in porch.
Feeling the moist breezes
kiss my face with their damp coolness.
Watching the rain pour forth and drench
the world.
Majesty of lightening flashes
roar of clapping thunder.
The sun hidden behind dark full clouds.
Was a slight chance for a Sunday morning rain,
chances were achieved.
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