RAIN

RAIN

Rivulets of rain

Trickling down my window-pane,

Tickling my brain,

“Come out, it’s a cool, fresh day”.

But I’m quilt-cwtched and cosy,

Somnolent and dozy,

Cheeks warm and rosy,

“No, I’m happy here today!”

My room is my cocoon.

My Audible a boon.

“Come out?? No time soon!

I’m here, and here I stay!”

Ffion