*pitter patter pitter patter

seems it’s been so long

that I’ve been lying in bed
though I wish I’d be strong
I’m not wishing I’m elsewhere instead

I’ve been under the weather
but today it doesn’t really matter
for the rain is singing a melody
one of romantic melancholy

and my heart is humming along…

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The occasional draft makes me feel all fuzzy on a cold, grey Sunday.
The weather is beautiful today.