It is so much easier

when it rains like this.

Things feel right

in this kind of light and

it doesn't seem to matter

that I hardly leave the house.

Don't need to think of the

Whole World

out there.

Not even a hint of it!

I squint through the wet,

looking for Something.

Nothing!

Not even a hint of it!

No reason to care

that there might be a

Whole World,

out there.

I could laugh all day

on days like today!

There is no one to see -

and no one sees me -

for the light is so pressing,

so forgiving and grey,

on days like today.

This kind of day

seems to say to me:

The insides of things

are better

than their outsides!

That's what it seems to say,

this kind of day,

that it's more than okay to watch the world

through windows.

The world is not your oyster!

roars the rain at me today

as it hurls against the pane

as it hurls against the pane.

The oyster is your world!

says the sky to me today,

says the sky to me today

till it turns, and rolls away.

The sky turns on me,

and rolls away.

Here is the sun.

It stretches every day

stretches every day till

the seams that we sew

with the things we do and say

burst and fall away, just burst

and fall away. …