drip....drip

so here I am awake again
ears pealed to the thunder
some cracks and shakes
some bursts
booms
and the lightning disappears behind sheets of liquid
and leaves loosed from the Ginko
in the muddy yard
and I was sleeping
half-asleep half-dreams and wonderings
and it's too cold air
but like to sweat under the blanket
night sky isn't even black or charcoal, navy, ultraviolet
but gray-orange sulphur streetlamp
colors washed and faded
with the rustle of a cat tip-toe-ing past the sill
shrubs humped one on the other
the lowest branches drip
on the rabbits breathing so silent
the Gardener
awakens me again