What is it about the rain that makes me so sleepy? So lazy? The gray, gloomy skies coupled with the soft sound of the rain just outside my window lulls me into a trance. I want to be productive, to get all the things done that I’ve been putting off, but something about the rain makes me want to stay in my pajamas, read a book, order in, and watch a movie. I can’t be the only one that feels this way, right? I’ll try my hand at some poetry. That’s productive-ish.
Rain
gray-blue skies
no sun in sight
damp, dark, dreary
then I hear
sprinkles against my window
the soft pitter patter
forming background noise
begging me to stay indoors
where it’s warm and dry
I can always go out tomorrow
my heart is happiest when i travel. read. write. connect. 