Waking up to patters of water on the window

And dressing with golden roses

Going and laughing with friends who aren’t friends who are friends now

Screaming at the rain getting in the coffee

Following a friend sprinting through the sprinkles

Almost saying hi with nothing but two looks

Desperately cuddling underneath a single umbrella

Hanging out with a cool aunt in a drizzly cottage

Pacing around because you never know where to sit

Falling asleep after reading a book about other lands

And wishing for things you can’t have

But dreaming about nothing but past events

With raining grey skies gently dripping at my window

And ska-dattling across a parking lot of black pavement

I am content