Singing in the Rain

The sound of thunder rumbling in the distance,

startled me out of my dream.

Lightning breaks through the dark and gloom.

Rain pounds the roof and rattles through the drainpipes.

I feel defeated and worn down before I ever leave the bed,

dreading the long, wet day ahead.

As I stand at the window and watch the rain

streak down the panes

matching salty tears on my cheeks.


There is a faint sound,

that I strain to hear~

the sound of the mockingbird

singing strong and clear

despite the storm.

© annettealaine-2013

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