I never wake up to rain.
The morning seems to slip through my curtains by whatever possible means and I am not granted hazy awakenings.
Glaring snow.
Hot sun.
Bleak white skies.
Anything but the gentle taps of rainfall on my window,
I wake up to my world on fire,
I wake up to chaos,
I spend my day,
I hush the skies back to a gentle pattering before I sleep,
To begin again the next day,
But I never wake up to rain.