A Little More than Drizzle

Six days ago it sprinkled overnight.
I woke at 2 a.m. to gentle rain
more audible than drizzle. With delight
I toured my house and savored the refrain
of drops on skylight glass. I sought it out
in bath and kitchen, manna for my brain,
and then returned to sleep and dire drought.

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