New House

I awaken to the tattering sounds
of rain -
hopeful the day will begin
grey and slow -
breathing the moisture
through my mouth.
Only to realize
it is the ceiling fan's whir
and the casual rattle of the pull-chain.

Angry at the kilowatt hours
and the price
of it all -
off I go into the harsh brightness.

Getting to know a house
begins with sounds
like the feel of a handshake,
but the shower
is a wrapping of arms
around your body.