In Praise of a Light Rain in Early Morning

In praise of a light rain in early morning I sing.

In praise of my warm, sluggish body in bed. In praise of a wrinkle in the covers letting a sliver of cold air run down my back. In praise of the gradual glow of bedroom windows and the slow breathing of a beloved spouse.

In praise of the preposterous gift of a single moment and its quiet passing into nothingness I sing.