Tappings on my Soul

Tap, tap, tap. 
The rain beats down on my tin roof. 
Tap, tap, tap. 
It calls to me.
Tap, tap, tap.
I hear it, nourishing all things living.
Tap, tap, tap.
It talks to me.
Tap, tap, tap.
I try to listen through the noises that surround me.
Tap, tap, tap.
I hear it.
It is time, it is time, it is time.
The rain is reminding me of the tappings on my heart
the ones I have felt four times before
the ones that I have never denied and was always so excited for.
This time is different.
I am older, wiser
more tired, more reluctant
I am not ready. I am not where I wanted to be.
I am not ready. I am not sleeping at night.
I am not ready. I want to be selfish for a while.
I am not ready. I want my body back before I give it again.
Tap, tap, tap.
Just like the rain, a Spirit is tapping on my soul.
It is time, it is time, it is time.
Will I listen?