It’s raining inside
But not in the way you’d think…
It’s as if the coffee is sitting on the corner table
pillow and blanket splayed on the couch
as if I haven’t turned the lights on yet
just a gray light filling the room
filtering through the unguarded window
brushing over every surface
even houseplants breathe in lethargy
the tapping begins
one by one, drops of rain beckon attention
I’d pause the movie and sit up
if I haven’t fallen asleep already
I’d listlessly watch the leaves and grass
bob sporadically to the indistinguishable rhythm
or I’d listlessly dream
of laying on a couch
with Love in my arms
Sometimes the sun ruins a perfectly gloomy day
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