A Short Poem About Rain

Hello, friends. I hope you’re doing well. I wrote a short poem about rain that I want to share with you. Being a native Midwesterner who has lived in West Texas for fifteen years now, rain and large bodies of water very quickly became deeply missed and highly celebrated things for me. When it rains in Lubbock, the dogs and I dance. We go outside and play in it, laughing and celebrating this gift of life that before I lived in this flat, dry place, I’d taken for granted. Here I dream of water.

It’s 2:10 a.m. and I wake
to the sound of rain,
half asleep,
half awake.
A dog gets up, shakes,
turns, and settles in again.
Another dog snores softly. 
I do not open my eyes,
in case it’s just a dream.