Gush

Waking
in wind sounds
shuffling outside
sticks
and the girls
thought it was
thunder,
"is it raining?"
a 6:30 am question.
"I don't know."
Though I know it is
as I wiggle underneath
the cottoncandy pink
blanket,
knowing I want to sleep
more, but morning
came quicker than
I expected.
With a head that
hurts
and scrambling
images
thoughts
that seem to be brought
in by the
60 mile hour gush.