You showed up on my bedroom shutters,
with a light and playful, pitter-patter,
a zillion, tiny, drops of drizzle
delighting in a dewy dance.
Eyes closed, body still, I keenly listened,
to your hypnotic, steady, soothing rhythm,
and when the misty music suddenly ended,
I had fallen into a dreamy trance.
your mood today is dark and lazy,
despite dawn's debut of rainy energy,
so, until the sun dries up your puddles,
I'll stay warm and snug in my cocoon covers.
Inspired by this morning's mizzle,
written for Poets United, Midweek Motif