Satin coated drops of water
course randomly off green canvas awnings
outside my bedroom window.
A summer morning filled with rumbling
and capricious winds
stirs me in my warm cotton cocoon.
As I open half dreaming eyes, the aroma
of wet grass welcomes me.
The fragrance of coffee wafts through the rooms.
I hear soft voices and a burst of laughter.
A screen door opens with the usual creak.
The rain returns, followed by thunder
as I turn over, warm and secure.
Roger Singer 