Sound

It is 4:50 AM
My old wake-up
Time for decades
Trying to get ahead
Of the traffic to work
Then on to my night job.
But this morning I hear the
Sound of heavy traffic but no
Road is near so I peer out looking
Through the window at the faint
Branches of the gnarled pine
Tree until I recognize heavy
Rain as the sound not too
Often heard here in far
South California and
I wonder if the hill
Side rising up is
About to come
Down under
Such a
Down
Pour
But the
Trees anchor
The ridgeline
Above me so I am
Probably safe enough
To enjoy the roar of the
Deluge as the dog does not
Seem worried and our inter-species
Alliance has worked so well for so
Many millennia I am safe if not
In the arms of Father
Abraham off in
Washington
City then
At least
With
Rosie the
Red dog at
The foot of the
Bed sound asleep.