Quiet then,
only slightly louder than a hiss
the morning rain that rolled in from the South,
on the street and onto the roof of the apartment.
It was early Sunday morning yet,
so much softer of a waking than alarms,
traffic horns,
or neighbor dogs.
The showers were there only as background music,
a gentle reminder that although it was morning,
we had nowhere to go,
save to each other.