Dawn Rain

All night unto dawn a gentle sweetness – a soft rain a comforting... slow dreaming droplets in a watery falling. I overhear soccer moms backing-out of driveways, the last moment rumpus of heel-dragging kids. The mail van trundles-by Trains merge with geese in long slipstreams of sound. then a solicitous quiet as the land listens to itself breathing. The sky is wet but not drowning, it floats on flowing wind-waves that wash against my mind as a tender caress. All is well, the world is a child again.