Rainy days when the birds lay low
when clouds hover and shed their loads
A time to settle and contemplate life
or cuddle with a companion friend

Nature's steady rhythmic staccato
the drips and dribbles of rain's flow
The soothing comfort of a furry cuddle
curled in your favorite chair; relaxed

Drifting through a listless morning
not awake nor asleep just so
the unnerving sense - unsettled
a whispered tickle bothers the mind

Until it is heard that screaming warning
the cry of a kettle ready to pour
A favorite cup the scent of the steep
with cream, sugar - warming the hands

02/18/2018

Author's Note: Blank verse

Posted on 02/18/2018
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