I woke up to a moaning monsoon

That hung around just outside my window.

I rolled over to redeposit myself in my sheets

And let the sound of the storm

Sway me back to sleep.

As I awoke later

I pulled on my pants

And open my door to find that all around my room

The stampede of the storm had subsided

To a rhythmic rush of rain.

It had cleansed the smut off everything

And baptized the blossoms with

Thousands of tiny tears.

I was left with a new day

In that mellow mixture of green

That means everything

Will be alright.