Rain

A low growl.
Darn those dogs.
Another growl, longer and louder this time.
No, not dogs.
The planes from Miramar.
Some Top Gun, showing off.
Awake in my sleepiness,
I hug my pillow.
I don't look out the window.
I am held back by the arms of Morpheus.

When the deluge begins, I think...
Hail. It must be hail.
Groggy in my awakeness, I think...
It's not cold enough for hail.
Wrong again.
It's not dogs, or planes, or hail.
It's just the thunder, and the lightning, and the rain.