Morning light, filtered through grey,
seeps into my cosy nest.
Blankets tangled, warm and soft,
a cocoon against the world outside.
The pitter-patter on the roof,
nature's gentlest alarm clock.
I stretch, yawn, and blink sleepy eyes,
but don't quite leave my dreamy haze.
The window, a canvas of liquid art,
rivulets racing, merging, parting.
Each droplet carries a tiny world,
a microscopic adventure unfolding.
I reach for my phone, then pause-
why rush into the day's chaos?
Instead, I listen to the rain's song,
a lullaby of peace and possibility.
My room bathed in soft shadows,
feels like a secret hideaway.
Just me, my thoughts, and the rain,
co-authors of this drowsy morning tale.
I close my eyes, just for a moment,
and let myself drift back to sleep,
cradled by the rhythm of the rain,
dreaming of puddles and cosy days ahead.
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Poems for a Rainy Day
PoetryThis enchanting collection of poems celebrates the quiet magic of rainy days, inviting readers to curl up with a warm cup of tea and explore the beauty of grey skies. From misty mornings to stormy nights, each poem is a soft blanket for the soul, e...
