Routine laid aside
Everyday tasks left behind
Time is like a gift
Each minute a bonus
To take hold
Sun breaking through the cloud
Like a child peering round the doorway
Will I be allowed to stay up or will I be sent back to bed?
Throwing off the duvet of cloud
The yawning of the wind
Will I get up or do I turn over and go back to sleep?
The snore of thunder gone
The tears of rain dried up
The nightmare is over
Caressed and kissed better by the warmth of the sun.