A poem about a rainy day.
|As I wake to the sound of rain on the roof.
I hear a train in the distance.
So Quiet; I no longer hear the train;
just the rhythm of the rain.
I don't mind, i'm dry and warm.
Soon I remember today is a workday.
I climb out of bed and head for the kitchen.
Comfortable and fed, I hear the rain.
Now the house is warm, and so am I.
I form my plan and pick up the phone,
just one little white lie and I can stay home;
alone with the sound of the rain.