The light patter of rain on the window
tells me that there will not be a chance today
to sunbathe
or to set up a stoop sale
or to go on the the long walk I was hoping
– at least, not without soaking my socks.

The weather report was always available,
I suppose,
but who wants to look into that business?
Better to know
by the sounds that awaken you:
either that of the sun beating down
or of the trickle of drops on the pane.