Rainy days

I do love rainy days

The way the droplets cloak my windows

In a silvery, eyelid mosaic

With the more adventurous ones careening down

To meet their watery, window-pane fate.

I like the way the sky has no gradient

An equal grey

And the sound of the raindrops means

I have no need to open my music player.

I like the way the tar roads reflect car wheels - 

Like dusty mirrors upon the earth

And the chill that stings the air

For it makes my tea feel warmer

And the day seem cosier.

Stay home, the rain seems to say

And watch me fill up the rivers.

And when you drink a glass of water,

think of me prepping for my next performance.