On A Rainy Day

I remember the rain

Cold heavy pouring down

As I traced the crystal beads of water

That slowly slid over my window panes

Trying and failing to keep up

And the sweet smell of wet earth

I watched through the haze of the heavy rain

The newly painted walls of my house

Turning a darker shade of red

And the sheer joy of staying home

While I should have been at school

My nose buried in some boring book

The cup of hot tea that my mother poured in my favourite blue mug

And the blanket which she wrapped around me

The warmth of her as we snuggled in a cosy chair

Watching the rain pour, hammering endlessly against our roof

I remember now, as the rain drags on

Cold heavy pouring down

And there are no walls to watch them darken

Nobody to snuggle in a cosy chair

No child left to marvel at the drops that splatter