Rainy Day Musings

I have been having the urge lately to write something. I used to write quite a bit when I was younger, but I suppose life got in the way and I put down my pen. However, waking up this morning to a rain-soaked world, I was inspired and sat down to put my thoughts on paper. The following is what came out of that recent and well-remembered desire.

I wake in the stillness to a soft patter on the window as
Misty light steals quietly into the room and
The sound of his breath, soughing peacefully, slips over me
With the first blush of wakefulness slowly spinning into the quiet.

As I lay there breathing, just breathing
The rain comes down harder, the growing whisper a chill
Heralding the gray heart of this dawn
And a hint of the coming hours, the shadows of life yet to be.

The last kiss of silence is fading; the light grows stronger
And the heartbeat of time enters into my conciousness as
With a smile of wistful regret I open my eyes to
Push back the warm blanket of sleep and greet the day.

Though the rain veils the dappled promise of weak sunlight
Hidden now behind the gauzy mantle of winter's embrace
I look into the next moments with a soft smile
Knowing heat and light will come again
Richer, brighter, stronger
More welcome for this small moment of frosted time.