A rainy day should lay around and
Cause the trees in the wind to sway
With a breathing, heavy sigh
That seems to say;
\"Go back inside\"
And let us (you and I)
(Stand back from the window pane)
Where it is warm and dry..
Here, the cold may pass us by..
Not so, today, when I cast a glance
So casually out from where I sit
Huddled in blankets and
A heating vent\'s warm air..
Not so, for the trees are still
And resolute, refuse to dance
As if the world is holding
Something beside..
Not a stir amongst the chill
And I am drawn away, to
The innermost of thoughts..
And wherever-else I stray
From that lethargic scene
Of silent, wild windless trees..
There, cozily I fall
Ever beyond the clamor
And clutter of the fray
To this favored, inwards place
And a fine, familiar face..
Long sought, upon a dreary
Sleepy day..
Not so cold, at all
When the rain brings me to you
And makes my troubles
Into dreams..
So, though the hours few
Where I may lay down
My pen..
And find the story anew
I know that I shall
Return to you.