BrokenEchoes

  Waking slowly in the morning A soft rain in the Kentucky hills Coffee on the porch And bare feet in the grass Napping in the afternoon Soup beans on the stove Cornbread in the oven Then dinner at the table Dishes in the drainer Reading in my favorite chair Cat purring on the couch Relaxing for the weekend.

  The sublime speckle of droplets on the windshield Lifts me, awes me The deep roar against the metal roof And the lighter spattering on the glass Lull me, soothe me Lights on, radio off I lose myself in my senses I scout the wet morning I could drive like this forever Aimlessly Merging with the storm But not today I have places to be Maybe another time.