Chumbie watches, water running, raining;
she’s mesmerised; she’s drifting
somewhere dry, and in the rain…
“Chumba Lou!” someone calls,
but she pays no heed, no mind,
her mind is many miles away…
she’s thinking to herself:
no butterflies today;
no lizards out today;
Where do they go? Where do they all hide?
and can I convince them all to come
outside today
and play with me
as, after all, it’s only rain!
Under the bedclothes, Dweezie sleeps;
it’s hard to know what he thinks
he sleeps so deep
like everything is all curled up inside
just like it is on the outside;
he’s older, already had his fill
of playing silly games
and dreaming in the rain,
so this is best
to rest with ‘them’
somewhere snug and safe and warm.
Chumba watches, dreaming;
Dweezie sleeping, dreaming too;
two cats, the kids asleep,
me and you in bed
and Sunday in the rain
If this is as good as it ever gets…
then let it rain, I say!