Morning Rain

In the early, early morn

The gentle rhythm of rain

Pattering on my roof

Brings a meditative awakening.

Without conscious thought

The cleansing away

Of troublesome dreams

Leaves peaceful serenity.

To the balcony I traipse 

Soaking up the music;

Tapping, dripping, splashing

On the pavement below.

And so it is with

Cleansed mind and soul

I greet the new day

Infused with a 5 year old’s enthusiasm.