LISTENING TO THE RAIN

Quite suddenly
the rain
pelted
pounded
pummeled
the window by my side
as I was reading
and oblivious
to the dark clouds
forming in the west.

 

I closed my book
and listened
when I became aware
of the intrusion.

 

Listening to the rain
is not what I do often
but today
was forced to yield.

 

I closed my eyes
and felt myself
marveling at the sound
of rain on glass
as if I never heard
that sound before.

 

There are
new things to discover
even for those of us
of many years.

 

Tomorrow?
Who knows what awaits us?

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