Poem – The rain doesn’t know

Megan and Gavin are napping.
They are cuddled together.
It’s raining and the rain
doesn’t know about either of them sleeping, but I do.
I like watching the rain and knowing about them.
It’s fascinating. I’m the only one who knows both.
Welcome to our sleepy day.
When they wake, we’ll take my truck
and drive from our mountainside,
down into town, and have lunch at the
pub where the patrons
and employees
enjoy our little family.

-M. Taggart