A steady rain

I awoke in the night, still warm beneath the counterpane. Outside the open window a steady rain was falling, tapping the leaves on the maples, dripping from the eaves, splattering the pavement.

I lay awake and listened to sound of the rain. It filled my ears, like a cascading brook. The night air was cool and damp; the bed warm.

And then I heard a new sound, a sound coming in through the rain from somewhere far away; a tinkling sound. At first the pattern varied, then it settled into a series of notes, barely perceptible, yet present: a wind chime calling through the rain, a still small voice.

I drifted back to sleep and dreamed a dream: a sonata drifted along on a gentle breeze by the shore of a lake. The breeze touched my cheek; I turned, and a footpath leading into a dark green wood beckoned.

"Wood Thrush" 2007 © Emily B. Maurer

“Wood Thrush” 2007 © Emily B. Maurer

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One comment on “A steady rain

  1. Bill Harris says:

    Brian –
    I haven’t talked to you for a decade or more (being now out of practice) but thought I would tell you that I read your musings regularly. I send some of them to my daughter, the medical student, as educational.

    Thank you for your creativity. I can write medical prose but not any kind of poetry.

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