Of Fears And Fantasies

The rain drips, drops on the roof

As the sun rises and

I know a storm is brewing

In the west

Yet I hear the pitter-patter –

little mouse feet running

As I listen, hoping I won’t hear the sound of

Rain falling

On the rooftop

Overhead

Nor mice in the attic

But I am not afraid of rain

I cock one ear, listening,

And I hear nothing

No mouse disturbs this house

The rain that falls, falls only as the sun sets

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