Pounding the ground.
I had expected it since the
Forecast said, "100% chance."
I was glad I didn't need to hop out
Of bed.
Cocooned inside my blankets I
Savored the rhythm, a
Rhapsody of sorts.
I listened.
I lingered.
Later I would need to go
Shopping, and rain would be
A Pain.
But snuggled under the covers the
Pelting sound soothed me,
Wooed me,
Begging me to stay in bed just
A bit longer.