Rhythm of Rain
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!)