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.



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