THE MORNING RAIN.

THE MORNING RAIN.

The alarm has gone off and I should make a move,
Hurry, get dressed, go to work.
Every day it's the same routine,
My duties, I must not shirk.
Opening my eyes, I can see little streams,
Rivulets down window panes.
Narrow at first, then widening to form
Instant puddles that flow to the drains.
Noiseless little drops of sweet morning rain
Greet my waking eyes pleasantly,
Refreshing the air, the grass and the trees,
And nature smiles back gratefully.
I no longer feel getting up is a strain,
Now I have the company of The Morning Rain.