I love writing prompts. (Thanks to Pip!)


I lie in bed, encased in sheets and down,
while raindrops hit the roof and window pane,
and warmth that only early morning brings
when snuggled under well-loved comfy quilt

The radio, it clicks most softly on
to add to rainfall’s soothing, rhythmic song
The sun has not yet risen from its bed
not day nor night, but somehow in between

A child I am, my world a close cocoon
the rain plays back-up for the radio
while Eddie Rabbit sings of Rainy Nights
and I resist the need to start my day

A memory is forming while I doze
Years later, I am stumped when I recall
Was this one morning’s coziness I felt
Or many rainy days rolled into one?

©2009 AimeeWrites