Morning Rain
Some will wake early to witness a sunrise but for me it’s the rain tapping on the street tapping on my roof tapping on the leaves. A percussive symphony drumming against the windows and electric box like a thousand broken clocks keeping stuttered time. The crispy “swish” of automobiles fade into the dawn inspiring streetlight painters to swirl asphalt abstracts. A breath, and I return to the silent music of a perfect meditation. —Rick Baldwin ©2018