Chirp Chirp Zzzz

 

Morning has come but the night is still asleep. My dreams are over and I lay here listening to the sounds that are magnified by the still of the night.

I hear a soft rumble of thunder that undulates through the air and a sleepy indecisive shower of rain begins to fall. If the birds are chirping I don't hear them at all.

 Their songs of the morning are being washed away by the muffling sound of the groggy rain, but as I continue to listen I hear a slight tweet in between the raindrops. 

The more I tune in and begin to count the chirps, the more they rock me back to sleep.