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.