A late morning sleep is best applied upon half-waking to a thunderstorm At which point, a window is to be opened not too close to the bed And the rain is to be observed, aurally As one drifts back into the most restful part of a long slumber With dreams that might be remembered, with the half-awake Rain, fully alive; the day won't break until you take yours I won't break for anything today With the boiling water, you'll make something for yourself A stimulation, a habit, a memory But it will drip slowly, into the jar As the morning fades, so will the rain