Hearing first the thrumming on the roof
He knew it would rain most of the day
thin strings of water made perchance by
Spirits as they lowered the bucket
to wash earth clean of its multiple sins
Dawn blushes rising as awakened by Sun
Day break whispers in gentle voice
Awake, awake a new day is born
He rolled over to the side of his bed groaning
Reaching for his early morning
leftover wine.
