Sleep And Rain Poem by Daniel Brick

Last night darkness pooled around my bed.
It held me in the place of dreams.
One dream webbed my mind with promises
of a Perfect Day and coaxed me deeper
into sleep. Broken traces of dream and
reality dispersed into the night air.

Dawn lifted me from further sleeping
with the faint sound of rain falling
just past my open window, falling
on tree and bushes, newly exposed grass,
huddled birds and trembling deer.
I awoke without a single regret in my heart,
and no dark thought dimming the light growing
on both sides of Reality. Oh, what a welcome
I felt for this first Spring rain! It begins
as just a splash of water floating in heavenly
heights, the downward pull of Earth's thirst
makes rain cascade in free-fall, until it is absorbed
by trees and bushes, grass and flowers, and forms
water holes for deer. This is the promise of Spring
fulfilled. The old season of fresh growth
will scatter its abundance, and of us requires
that we rejoice and serve in equal measure.