Wetness

[rejectomorph]

Instead of fog, there came rain- almost as good. The gentle drumming and lucid trickling caused me to drowse, drifting in and out of watery half-dreams filled with images that evaporated almost as soon as they formed. It was a pleasantly unproductive way to spend a night. But I have much to do this afternoon, and must get to sleep before the gray light comes creeping. I hope the rain retains the power to lull me, now that my dozing has taken the edge off sleep.