Poem: Outside Looking In

Running inside to get away from the rain,

not even looking back, loudly saying “whew!”

as they close the door –

shrugging out of the soaked clothes

no longer weighing them down.

The heat from the fireplace,

warming them as if it were the sun.

The burning wood soothing and relaxing,

Eyes drifting close as

their dreams make them content.  

 Waking up to the sound of heavy rain

pulling them back into a deep sleep….

Yet, you wake up

Looking out the window as the rain pours down

a black umbrella sticking out the fog and rain,  

like a beacon to lure you outside.

Dragging yourself back to bed

Hoping that the rain will stop

So, will it stop?

When will you start your day?

Soon, you wake up to see the rain hasn’t stopped

Looking out the window once again,

The rain running down

Getting ready to start your day  

But it’s too late, the umbrella is no longer there

The rain has stopped,

the day is over.