The day is hushed and grey, today.
Still enough that the sound
Of fat, silvered raindrops,
Slides and splashes
down.
A world of wet beyond the window,
Muted and muffled, with cold
patchy fog and puddles,
So early, yet the day
feels...
old.
Thankful am I, that I'm inside,
in a bubble of warm and dry.
A day for napping
Or reading, as the rain
eventually
passes
by.
~ C.L.R. ~ © 2008
Still enough that the sound
Of fat, silvered raindrops,
Slides and splashes
down.
A world of wet beyond the window,
Muted and muffled, with cold
patchy fog and puddles,
So early, yet the day
feels...
old.
Thankful am I, that I'm inside,
in a bubble of warm and dry.
A day for napping
Or reading, as the rain
eventually
passes
by.
~ C.L.R. ~ © 2008
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