Waking on a Rainy Morning

I was not awakened by the drip dripping of a faucet tap as I lay abed, stifling a yawn trying to return to sleep. It was the soft ping pinging sound of rain drops, rap rap, redundant chirps like a newly hatched chick's peep peep. I heard the distant crash and boom in peals of thunder trying to roar louder than the tick tock of the alarm clock. I rolled over, groaning need of sleep, feeling torn asunder. That's when I heard the unmistakable click of the door lock. There was the swoosh from a pair of little, socked feet, pitter pattering tiny toes on hardwood floors that creaked. A warm breath murmured "Mommy," in a voice so sweet. Drizzle splish splashed the windowpane, leaving it streaked. My sleepy child snuggled in my arms, both of us drifting in dreams when the shrill ring ring of my cell phone started to chime. The vibrating mmm mmm refused my dance with moonbeams. Kitty sashayed into the room, "Meow meow. It's feeding time."