Another rainy day

It was a rainy day,
I sat, looking through the window,
Celine’s was in the air,
Mingled with the echo—
—Of shower against the rusty roof.


Just another day; rain was pelting down—
—Dark grey; my little daisies were gone,
Washed away into the small creek—
—Which flowed with a soft, gurgling sound,
Centipedes on the ledge; rolled up like petty French horns—
—Soaked; gnats swarmed the bulb, wet and forlorn—
—Confused; ticking sound was restless.

Another rainy day,
I sat, tucked under my blanket,
Drizzles dripping into broken bucket—
—Soggy sensation;
I sipped hot Horlicks inside,
And looked to the wet willow outside—
—Sweet irony;

Fan was spinning in trance,
Its shadow cast a hypnotic dance—
—On the floor;

Despite the coldness—
—Of another rainy day,
I smiled—


Weaved by: Ian Izan