To be awaken from restful slumber
By low distant rumblings of
Harmless, innocuous thunder is
Pleasing,
Pleasant,
And calming, beyond compare.

Then carried back in time
By the drumming of vertical
Shafts of rain upon my
Roof,
Gutter,
And trees, I dream on.

I dream as in the innocence
Of youth which escapes adults
Except during times of
Splendor,
Ecstasy,
And Peace, like this.

As the passing flurry of
Rumblings and drummings
Departs I am somehow
Renewed,
Empowered,
And Invigorated by youth.