O! To have one of those rainy Sundays
Where the remote finds itself in my hand,
And my mind seeks comfort in a deep haze
Because nothing for me, anyone planned.
I may have to wander to the kitchen
To satisfy my grumbling stomach
With a bowl full of quick junk food fixin’s,
And a cold beverage I had to make.
Sometimes I will look outside the window
At the dark cloud threatening to drop rain,
And since I have no place I need to go,
I do not need to bother to complain.
I will nestle further into my chair
To spend all this day not giving a care.
John Collings 