Slightly waking from a night of endless dreams,

I listened in the quiet stillness of my bedroom

to the rain pounding against the window…

Wind howling…

It will not be the warm Spring day

that yesterday brought or

that tomorrow might bring.

A simple chant from yesteryear

Formed upon my brain…

April Showers bring May Flowers….

My mind raced toward a simpler time.

I tend to do that quite a bit these days.

Looking for those simple days

Of my youth.

Those were safe days for me.

Not a care in the world.

Then my mind started racing forward…

I must get out of bed.

There is work to be done in this house

before I head off to cook for Bob’s.

I must shake myself from my sleep,

step under the warm droplets of a

morning shower

And prepare myself for the day…

I start to sing….

“O What a Beautiful Morning….

O What a Beautiful Day…..”

tlh 2008 (c)