At a time of still and pondering in our dreams, I lay awake to listen to the loud and angry roar of thunder and the soft drip of the rain. While dark swallows us in whole and to lay a dark blanket upon us. A sign of rest and peace and although, I feel yet drowsy not, I sit here to hold my arms around my legs and fingers wrapped in one another.
I sit here wondering, “what it is for me to do?” I sit silently in the dark. Shadows flowing on the ceiling. Tricks being played upon my eyes.
Yet I sit here wondering, “what it is for me to do?”
An idea rushes to me, I run to the door and I stare upon this night. With the rain now falling harder and harder still. The clouds now covering the moon and I start looking harder now. I now fail to see the moon with her face so bright and the stars glistening in the sky. Yet I sit here wondering, “what it is for me to do?”
I now stand at the doorway with the urge to feel the freshness of the rain on my hands, so I decide that with my sleepless self, I shall run into it.
I burst open the door, run down the porch and steps, throw my hands in the air and allow the cool breeze and freshness of the drops swallow me whole.
I close my eyes and dance, dance, dance in the rain. I feel not sleepy, but satisfied. Although, I pondered in my thoughts, I sat there thinking of what there is for me to do. I realized that in this night of nights, I should enjoy the wonderful sounds of the rain falling from the sky and hitting my face. Oh so fresh and cool. Beautiful rain with it’s afterscent so fresh. It’s like a perfume bottled, but not visible to you. It’s there, but the wonderous mother nature herself has sprayed you with and she smiles upon you to remind us that although the noises are loud and angry, it’s peaceful and relaxing.
So, I sit here and wonder to myself, “what is there for me to do?”
Relax and enjoy it. I sleep not, but sit and enjoy it. I find a great spot on the ground with my eyes closed shut and my head raised up. The wonderful touch of the soft water just running down my face and all I hear is…“What are you doing in the middle of the floor with your head held high?”
I look over slowly and notice that Jim is a foot away and staring at me with this awkward look and I whisper, “I’m relaxing to the sound and enjoying the rain.”
“Okay Sara, when you get done relaxing and enjoying, are you coming to bed?” Jim says.
“No, with this I tend to stay awake with the rain.” breathing in and out slowly. I move my head forward and shut myself out and yet I still hear.
“Don’t forget to turn off the light. I’ve got to work in 2 hours.” Jim whispers.
A woman with insomnia thinks about finding out what she can do while she lays awake and the only thing she thinks about is how the rain is falling.