Saturday Morning
It's always raining on a Saturday morning
The clouds are grey and the sky is pouring
Buckets of water accompanying my yawning
On this cold, wet Saturday morning
A cup of coffee to warm my bones
Lovely liquid to sooth the moans
Of my body with comforting tones
And breath new life into my bones
A book in hand and slippered feet
I'm sinking into a well-loved seat
Imagining characters I have yet to meet
In my brand new book and slippered feet
So yes it's raining on Saturday morning
And the rest of the world is desperately calling
For sunny skies and temperatures soaring
But I'm enjoying my cold, wet Saturday morning
