A dropp of rain on my window pain slowly rolled and sipped through the architrave unto windows stained jamb. <br /> <br />Most of it falls down hard from a thatched roof where two cats pussyfooting from dusk until dawn. <br /> <br />Early morning yet the sun lurks behind the dark clouds, the sun can’t shine its light through fields of a fading tulips. <br /> <br />All is gray and lifeless as every pace to a <br />century old bricked road and a single hold <br />to my Charlie Chaplin like, black umbrella. <br /> <br />A little stroll with the use of bike might do if <br />the rain didn’t fall down, but what can I do <br />here comes the crying rain again. <br /> <br />In spite of a gray morning some faces could <br />still rise and shine, with a simple hello, here <br />and there, positively every one could face a <br />gloomy day with a smile. <br /> <br />Whisked my umbrella on the side of the wall <br />inside Resenmare cafeneaua where I always <br />go for a morning cafea and piine. <br /> <br />With a table for two, a mouthful spoon of piine <br />and none choking sipped of cafea, then all is <br />set for a conversation or two. <br /> <br />Walk in the middle of the rain gripping tight unto <br />my fluttering umbrella, turned the latched door <br />and I am bound home again to a crib where full <br />warmth of secrecy and thousands of caresses <br />on every room. <br /> <br />Sited at the couch on a rainy Sunday morning <br />with a mug full of hot chocolate beside my <br />console, then I am all set for a book reading <br />while waiting for another noon to come. <br /> <br />I guess this is how a rainy morning usually breaks. <br /> <br />1804* <br />Catt^<br /><br />catty Alonzo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-morning-chronicle/
