In Early March

The rain surprise at 5 a.m. was nice –
a patter on the skylight as I drowsed –
and then again at 7:30 – twice,
an unpredicted more-than-drizzle roused
me to variety. I gave advice
to self alone, and bided dryly housed
until the laden coastal clouds had passed,
my Monday morning satisfaction vast.

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