JB Writes Too

Grey skies

Grey skies
and the deluge continues
car tyres whirr along
slurping and lifting the water
as people travel in shells to where they belong.
I love the rain
don’t get me wrong
it’s a quiet joy
that takes over
being inside and nominating yourself
unable to attend to stuff and excused as such
‘because of the weather’
so little reprieve from the daily
movement of life
except now
here
in this moment
as the rhythmic repetition on the roof
rat-a-tat-a-tat
make eyes heavy
like a child
who is sung to sleep
In glorious grey
I love today
No regret to ignore the phone
Celebration
of a day within
Blanketed and snug