In the quiet hours before dawn
I awake to the sound of rain.
Light pattering, wonderfully incessant,
accompanied by the gentle snoring of the dogs,
the warm ball of cat snuggled next to me,
and the sounds of an old house sighing its years.
I linger in bed, feeling such gratitude,
wanting to make this precious time of solitude last,
though the clock sings to me its morning song
as dim light begins to reach through the trees outside my window.
I breathe it all in, vowing to keep this peace with me as I open my heart to the gift of a new day.