Drenched/Drowning

I wake up
to rain drops
fallingbeating
on the tin roof,

the sky is an even grey,
on the path
brown pine needles
create a new bed,

acorns dropping
sound like gunshots,
the moss on the rocks
will be slippery later

I turn to look at the sky
out my window, raindrops
one after the other,
like drops in a can

when the rain stops
we'll step on acorns,
soak in the forest as
the damp soaks into our skin

each drop of rain
drenchesdrowns me,
but I am on my way,
will be renewed

you'd like this morning
(the sounds on our tin roof)