As I slowly waken in my bed
The gentle sounds of plip and plop
Go lightly fluttering to my head
As the deluge of rain begins to drop.
I stir, I sigh, get out of bed
I open my eyes, as the dreams give chase
In this early morning summer storm
To the pitter patter of the comforting race
of raindrops.
Lovely piece
Beautiful.
‘the pitter patter of the comforting race
of raindrops’ would have me snuggling back under the covers to listen to the storm 🙂