A frog croaks in my
backyard, he knows
the rains are coming.
Another joins in and
they sing a chorus
separately and together.
The air is ripe with
humidity, moments
suspended in invisible
droplets. The rains
are coming and all I
want to do is sleep.
Charlotte Hamrick 
Then follow that impulse and sleep – all of nature is supporting you! Great poem.
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