Morning Rain

Within moments of waking
I know if it’s raining or not
By the sound of the cars
As they drive past the window.
If I hear the hiss
Of wet tyres on wet tarmac
I move closer to you,
And hope the alarm never goes off.
I usually wake first
And turn to you;
The outline of your face
In the half light,
My lips drawn
To your warm cheek.
You stir, and pull me closer.
I rest my head on your chest,
And feel truly safe in your arms.
I feel your warmth, your peace,
Hear you breathing, your heart,
The rain against the window.
My own heart; safe, warm.


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