Rain

I hope you are sleeping well. You should be – if the rain is not too loud . I woke because it was too warm and I was perspiring. The rain is rapping on the roof, walls and skylight of the tree house like it is trying to get in. The dilapidated gutters are overrunning and the water is slapping the wooden balustrade and deck of the veranda like ten thousand angry palms across ten thousand innocent faces. The ground is saturated and the cement walk is flooded. It continues to rain.