Rain And Monsters

The other night it rained
like a motherfucker.
And my son discovered
fear.

Never before had he
exhibited this emotion.
Not of imaginary
sources.

But here it was.
Crying for protection,
and me arriving for his
comfort.

And he settles down enough
to tell me why he's crying.
Scary monsters, scary
dinosaurs.
And thunder.

Me, answering his call,
I comfort him
and talk to him until
he feels better and drifts off
to sleep.

This morning I begin
another day. Wondering
what awaits me and I miss
only fearing scary monsters.