the sounds of morninggreet me with unpleasant cheerthe world’s awake after what feels likeyears of solitudethe earth is smilingthe birds are singingbut stilli lay heavy like a logrefusing to movethings are happeningcities are bubblingboiling with life and soundmixing and whirringmachines go round and roundearly morning adventure doesn’t hit mebut the gentle soundof rain tapping my roofslithering down until the brownwet muck meets itand the warm calming cavethat is my bedexcites me the moston this rainymessysaturday morning