There’s a quiet peacefulness to your waking
Rhythmic raindrops create a steady beat on the roof.
It’s dark outside, with hints of grey. Just enough to show the puddles pooling in a long since saturated ground.
Thoughts dance briefly over the seedlings you planted three days ago, wondering at their willingness to grow through soggy adversity.
You scrunch your eyes tight to the predictable incoming thought parade.
The mental list of to do’s can surely wait. Just now, here in the early morning grey, this is dedicated gentle think time. Just like the raindrops that continue to fall outside, so to will the thoughts. Speeding up as the day cracks open.
But not yet, not now. It’s still early, and listening to those raindrops falling outside is the only required thought.