A Love-in with the Rain

The pulse of the driving rain
Is strong enough to wake me
At 4 o'clock in the morning.
Under a thick blanket in a warm bed,
I savor the last bit of being tired
That echoes in my heart
And warms me to my toes
As I press the button on the alarm
Before it can startle me.
I savor the last bit of being tired,
Imagine sleeping on and on,
Of making nothing more of this day
Than a love-in with the rain,
Of feeling warm and good.

I imagine it even as I push the blankets away
And step naked into the cold dark of the room.
I look back at the bed that holds the heat of my body,
Though of course I cannot see it.
It is too early yet to see anything

Even myself.

Cold and naked,

I reach for my robe,
Imagine being warm again

Another time

As the day begins.