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Held hostage by the gravity of sleep,
the ceiling fan spins its hum.
The alarm has been snoozed
My mind fogged is fogged by dreams
It starts as a tapping
and moves quickly into a steady beat.
I kneel at the window,
my eyes unfocused,
peering into the early morning darkness.
I only see trees swaying
Awake now, I stumble down the hall
and in mere seconds
the sky has released a deluge.
The park is filling with an amber rain
Black puddles shine in my back yard
Overhead, thunder rolls and rumbles
Its vibrations felt by my feet
I pray for its passing
and the easing of the rain.
I long to run before my work day begins
The trail will be flanked by vernal pools
hundreds of frogs
will engage in their chorus.
In these few moments
A reincarnation of Old Florida reveals itself
Beckoning and Begging and Beseeching
to be Saved before it sinks.
Day 5: Fine tuning this before the end of a work day. Written in the early hours. Published now.