Waking up to the sound of hard rain
striking the patio outside the open window,
I lie there, coming to the realization
of what the sounds are.
Keening wind at the corner of the house
brings a clutch of alarm to my chest.
Walking as quickly as my drowsy state allows
I cross the room and flood the patio with light,
to see a curtain of flickering gray
with diamond-like flashes.
This is a good rain and just what we need
are my twin thoughts as I shuffle back to bed.
This time I dream of green roadsides
and rushing mountain streams.
Water dreams.
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