The Quietest of Days

The pitter patter of rain

The rooms are all dark

The entire day cast into evening

by the clouds

by the gloom...

Thank God,

no real responsibilities

except one to be embraced

by a leather loveseat

beneath an open window

Cups of tea,

the fragrance of the summer air

has been refreshed by the rain

that falls on the grass and the flowers

like perfume on ones wrist

This "evening like" day

filled with comforts

with warmth and rest

enjoying my imagination and stories

This is the quietest of days

Life can wait.