Before Descending

(Photography by Beyza Kaplan)

into warm, lush oblivion of sleep,
rain on roof sprinkled sound over me,
a smattering of faint applause,
gentle drumming.

This is the season when storms come,
rumbling in gray and black, bold,
rebellious, surging forth, unrestrained
in their outpouring.

But not this one; though still wild
it wasn’t proud, dangerous or fierce,
a shy-eyed creature, furtive, elusive,
almost fearful to disturb.

Understanding the complete absence of rain
would disappoint, it sought to please
with occasional patterings
of its timid, little feet.

It was enough, motions making soft music,
plucking of strings lulling me to sleep,
caressing me down
into kingdom of dream.

~Scott Schuleit