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.