Waking with the Rain
Waking to the sound of rain on my window,
the steady rhythm of drops against the glass,
I stir, bone-tired but smiling,
grateful for this gentle greeting from the world.
The kind of morning where weariness
feels like a badge earned,
not a burden.
Outside, the rain falls,
softening the edges of the day,
while I lie here,
content in the quiet rhythm of life’s jest.
It’s a jest,
this life that leaves us weary
but full,
this waking with a heart heavy with joy
and a body worn from the journey.
The rain washes away the rush,
reminding me there’s grace
in slowing down,
in letting the earth sing its morning song
while I rest, happy,
bone-tired,
and grateful.
