Then there was a rainy day

Pitter patter on the window sill.

Hot cuppa beside that wooden table;

Resting next to that one recliner we love.

Soft cold breeze touch our uncovered feet,

Tintinabulations of wind chimes.

We draw closer and tighter to conquer ;

That little cold , swept between us.

Warmth covers us, breath slows ;

Drifting us closer and closer

each second towards that deep sleep.

That we miss then , today and later..

There was the rainy day ,

Pitter patter again..

Which brings nothing but,

a sense of tranquility within

Him and I ...

•Parv•