Raindrops racing down the window
splitting and merging on the way.
Thunder lightening up the meadow
branches stir and trees sway.
Leaves dancing in circles around no fire.
Blue turns sombre.
Clouds reflect no silver
A surreal Monday.
Cold spreads as the rain reprise.
“Few minutes more!”, I pled.
Warm memories begin to rise.
No better place than my bed.
Everything in a stand still
and no sign of life.
Burrowing out my shell, I know
it’ll be a long day with no surprise.