The creeping damp sounds of evening hold me,
Their embrace cool and yawning.
The splashing water from crooked gutters,
running down the walls to saturate the earth.
The frustrated sigh of the bored housebound child,
confined to the couch and her tiny screen.
The clammy winds make the window screen hum,
as they sweep gently past the house.
The quiet panic of the old dog staring out the window,
panting at the rolling lazy grumble of the distant retreating thunder.
Laying on my bed fighting drifting slumber,
brought by the dark drowsy thrum of the late day, early spring rain.