Rain, Cats, Tea

awakened, in no particular hurry
the house is quiet and still
four happy warm cats
snuggle among the bedding
the sky is pale
raindrops hang from the wire
like a string of pearls, glistening
throw off the noisy dream
distracted with aimless activity
compose a letter to a friend
trying to suppress the stressful whispers
time makes me anxious
the rain beats steadily
on the open-beam ceiling
sitting quietly
with a cup of hot tea
one cat in my lap
another by my side