Sounds Surfaced

I awoke to the pattering of rain drops

somewhere near

perhaps the garage door remained open

I had a history of that,

in a fog on the couch

after a night of searching

lost in a keyboard and screen

wondering what worthy cause

I continue to yearn.

lay back

quiet listen

mother natures shouts with each clap

each light of the sky is her wand

suggesting how much bigger

the universe

is beyond my shelter.

Knowing where I am

I turn to my wraps and sleep,

perhaps.