Written on a rainy day
This poem was inspired by a conversation which took place on a rainy day. Correction - a reading day. Imagine a book, hot chocolate and the gentle trickle of rain.
The rain
Droplets trickle wet
A reading day the bookcase
Looks at me as if to say come
Come choose your read for the
Rainy day. The rain it speaks a language
of, light a candle and just switch off and turn
Turn the pages of the book you clasp within your
Warm hands. Boil the kettle which softly bubbles
A stream of warmth, an embrace to accompany me while
I trace, my fingertips follow the patterns drawn by the rising steam.
An illustration of what it means, to draw a blanket over your feet, flick the pages.
Drawn in by narratives etched from the minds of an author, off my feet. Im swept into
descriptions of crimson suns, dancing gracefully across an azure sky. The soft patter
of the rain, grounds me and back to the room I’m called.
The bookcase hugs the book once more.
Farewell to the clouds, who spin out of sight.
Its a rainy day no more
Rana Galgal