Middle of the night, and the rain comes plopping heavily down
One after the other it comes in bumblebee-sized drops,
Clearly concerned with quantity (as well as Quantity).
The tidal river bank and water table absorb and fill.
So far, each storm seems to stop and not spill.
Good fortunes to all, and to each a good night!I have no business posting in the middle of the night.
Living dangerously without a glimmer in sight...
I reach for my muse, who sleeps sweetly and cares not.
I'm tired too, so I can understand the off-duty sign
Shimmering gently above head and bed.I'll close the door and come back down the hall...
Haven't fooled the cats at all.
They want up; they want free. What about nocturnal
Don't you suss out, oh too-tall human be?