A slow rain falls
and thunder rumbles,
its sound waves rolling
over tree tops and through
glass and concrete.
Inside, wet dogs lie and
coffee percolates.
I pull the soft plum fleece
up to my chin,
dozing to the plink of
fat raindrops on the roof.
Charlotte Hamrick 
oh i like how you capture the mood of the morning here…the rain…the coziness…esp. loved the wet dogs…ha…i could even smell them…somehow weird but i like the scent of wet dogs…smiles
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