The rains at 3:30 a.m.
remind me
that the gutters need cleaning
as the overflow pounds the deck.
Drops also rap, rap, rap
on the roof and skylight.
Meanwhile, the cat oblivious
to the waters outside
amuses herself
meowing at the moth
which has inadvertently
landed close enough
to be patted about.
When it is raining
at 3:30 a.m.,
certain sounds are solitude.
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