Ode to a Rainy Day

I love a rainy day,

A damp, dreary day –

A day when the rain falls

Steady and constant. 

Give me a cool, rainy day –

A hot one defeats the purpose.

When I get hold of a good, rainy day

I never want to let go of it.

I’ll drink lots of coffee,

Hot and strong,

Because coffee says, “morning,”

And I want the morning to last.

 

I want to spend hours reading the paper,

Listening to music, reading for pleasure,

Writing, and playing board games.

Maybe I’ll pound my drums or strum my guitar for a while.

The next thing I know

It’s three in the afternoon

And I think,

God, the day is slipping away!

Pretty soon it’s six

And time for supper.

Eat and set the dishes aside –

The work will wait for tomorrow.

Grab a good book and an afghan,

And curl up on the couch

For the evening,

While the rain continues to fall.

Before very long it’s time for bed

And if I’m lucky,

The sounds of the rain

Will sing me to sleep.