Rain

It was 4 am,
she was unable to sleep
restless,
she got up out of the bed.

Spring peepers called
outside her window.
And she thought about
those things she missed.

Looking toward the horizon
A faint glow of soft rose.
The sun cast an erie foreglow
like a fortune teller's
crystal ball...

"Red skies in morning,
sailors take warning!"

She used the bathroom
and climbed back into her bed.
She listened
as she had so many times before,

And then they came-
down from the sky
like big, hot,
crocodile tears.

Slowly falling,
intermittently
heavy and deliberate.

Rain.

Big, huge drops of rain.

As they fell,
she had the urge to stay...
in the bed
But she knew that the day
would not wait for her
to do so.

For there was a
new day yawning.