If I could hear her love

It would sound this way

As I nap on the couch

A slow rain falls gently

It steadily taps the tin roof

The wind blows across the porch

Pushing against the old screen door

It makes the chimes blow

With a peaceful tender hum

As the rain stops, the rhythms change

Other sounds are more define

I wake to hear a crackling fire

A slow tick from the clock

Clanking of pots and pans

And whistling of the tea kettle

 It’s the rhythm in Grandma’s house