Rhythm of Rain

'A Break In The Storm'
(Prints in all sizes)

Raindrops crash
onto the metal roof of our sleeping porch
calling into my dream
of running through the woods
barefoot

I will myself to keep running
but pitter-patter turns to drumming
no longer my feet on the forest floor

I’m transported into bed
flannel blanket tucked under my chin
My eyes are too heavy to open
and I fall back into sleep
to the rhythm of rain

Art and Words by Beverly Ash Gilbert
(Oh how I'm loving this rain - it's been way too long. Drink up dear trees and flowers!)