rain calls up

I saw dad's number 

on my phone
and wondered if he 

feels alone
up on the mountain 

with the rain on his head
while I'm snug and dry 

in a warm comfy bed

what if I called him, 

what would he say?
maybe I need to listen 

in a different way
to the drips on the leaves, 

to the splat on the ground
the vibrations of the earth 

hold me safe and sound

he answers with 

the percussion of water
fingers on my back, 

a hug from my daughter
bit by bit, 

I drop my defences
I can hear dad now 

with all of my senses