Rain pattering on the tin roof
echoing in the empty room;
a lonely sound,
a cozy sound,
a wrap-up-in-a-blanket-reading sound.
the waving trees outside beckon my
attention
through the window, cold, wet.
The constant dripping of the eaves goes
unheard; masked by sweet music – my
only companion
on this lonely day.
Wind picks up and, like the ocean tide,
rain thunders in waves and
the house creaks and sighs heavily.
Grey skies darken the dreary outdoor
world
while fuzzy slippers warm my toes and
I dream of dancing orange flames in a
crackling fire.
Sometimes I need a day like today when
the torrents force me into hiding and I
can rest listening to
the lonely sound,
the cozy sound,
the wrap-up-in-a-blanket sound.
Love this poem and it is exactly how I feel on a raining day...a snowy day is even better :)
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