Rainy Morning Serenade
It is early morning. It is the beginning of the work week. The skies are grey. The stillness outside is only disturbed by the sound of the rain urgently pounding on the roof and my bedroom windows.
I feel myself slowly rise from a fog of languorous sleep. My eyes open. My head rests on my pillow, staring into nothing. My ears enjoy the music the rain creates. Through half closed eyes I check to see whom I am sharing the bedroom with. Pussycat is nestled against me. Ebony is spread out comfortably at the opposite corner of the bed, breathing gently in her sleep. Picasso is curled up on the armchair. They are all peacefully asleep.
My eyelids grow heavy. They droop once more as I fall back to sleep. And the rain steadily descends from the grey heavens, humming me a soothing lullaby…