it’s 5:56 in the morning
(on a weekend)
and the rain is pounding
and it’s loud
and the windows are shaking, even if only a little.
it’s funny because
i’m always so eager to go to sleep,
to stop the world for just a while,
to escape the noise of yesterday
and even tomorrow.
but right now,
and my heart pounds with life
to the same beat as the rain pounding against the pane of my window