Wet Concrete

There are days when

I feel so tired

and the weight lands

like heavy ran

on wet concrete-

scarring it 

with no hand

to smooth

the indentations

Rouse

Crack of thunder

in the early morning darkness

I wake and listen 

It rumbles deep

through the valley

Breathing deeply in

Exhaling

I try and go back to sleep

Rain is falling

and it is falling still