2016-02-24-20-57-32I wake
To the sound of rain.

It is not morning.

It is the rain
That has dragged me from sleep.


Not dragged.

It has nudged me awake
Like my husband does
When he comes to bed
(Night owl that he is,
And me an early riser).

Like my husband,
The rain has lain down beside me.
A comfort,
Knowing he is there,
Knowing the rain is there
Watering the garden,
Making the grass grow in the paddock,
Tamping down the dust.

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