“Not wanting to go to work on a rainy day”

A gray parade of gutter streams  
Whispers outside my snug cocoon—  
Raindrops drumming lullaby dreams  
Against my window, soft as noon.  

My boots wait by the battered door,  
Umbrella slumped in resignation;  
But blankets beg: just sleep once more!  
Ignore the workday’s obligation.  

Emails pile like puddles deep,  
But so does comfort, warm and still—  
A fortress built by doona sweep,  
Tea steaming on my windowsill.  

Oh, let the office lights stay cold,  
The traffic lights blink green and red—  
While I stay wrapped from toes to head,  
And listen to the weather scold.  

Some duties call, and so I'll go—  
But every step out in the rain,  
My sleepy soul, my spirit slow,  
Will quietly wish for home again.

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