You wouldn’t know
From the morning which dawned today
How hard it rained last night.
Distant rumbles of thunder, silver sheets of lightning,
Rain, wind and hailstones
A cacophony on the roof.
A fine mist on my face through the windowpane
A shadow of the summer rain outside,
Waking me up easily
From a troubled sleep.
You wouldn’t know it at all….
Clear blue skies, a fine sunny day.
No traces of last night’s rain and hail
No puddles of rainwater.
They have vanished as stealthily as they arrived-
Unless you remember the heaviness yesterday held
And how you felt robbed of energy
And longed for the bed
And fell into a deep deep sleep
The moment you did.
No, surely you wouldn’t….
But if you looked closer,
And saw that the black tarred road looks freshly washed
And the leaves all possess a special glow
A lilt in the air
New buds on the jasmine
Were they here yesterday?
New beginnings, new growth
A brand new carpet of grass.
Miniature dams and ridges by the walkway
Made of twigs and dry leaves and washed out earth.
For yours is the sleep of the young
Deep, innocent and untroubled
No nightmares, nor dreams that you would remember in the morning
I heard you laugh out loud merrily
Playing with friends from other realms
In faraway planes of consciousness.
And when I tell you about last night
How the rumble of thunder woke me up
And of the drumbeat of hailstones on the roof
And of how before the rain, the wind rose howling
And of the torrent from the skies which opened up
You yawn, and ask, Mummy, what thunderstorm?
And what is a hailstone? How does it look like?
I wish you had woken me up too.
But was I awake? Did it really rain? Or did I dream the whole thing up?