Rain

I wake in rehab
During the night
To the sound of
Rain pelting my
Window in waves,
Harder then softer
Then harder again.
I snuggle under my
Sheet and cover as
The rain flails against
The glass window and
Think it is beautiful
To hear but only
From under a
Blanket in
Bed safe
From the
Storm.
On foot
Or driving
In this rainstorm
Would be alarming,
I think back to the Gila
Wilderness when my
Wife and I were
Sheltering
Under canvass
In a mountain meadow
For three days under
Heavy rain and got
A lot of reading
Done dry in
Our small
Tent by
Flashlight
As the thunder
Bolts crashed and
Lightning lit up the
Sky night and day.
In rehab I flick
On my lamp
And open
My book
To read
Awhile.