Rainy Day Ritual

The sound of rain fills the house,

the day is dark with gloom.

So I wrap the blankets tightly round,

and dare not leave the room 

I boil the water, steep the tea,

I pour it in my mug.

I grab a novel off the shelf,

stretch my feet out on the rug.

Curled up with my book and tea,

reality fades away

The adventure has pulled my completely in, 

all I want to do is stay.

The rustle of the printed page, 

the blackness of the ink.

No better way to spend a rainy day,

at least that's what I think.

Reviews

[Pete]

sounds good to me - is what such days are made for.

[emipoemi]

how relaxing! Can never go wrong with a good book to the sound of rain. Two critiques: "the adventure has pulled...." don't you mean "me" and not "my"; and "Not better way to spend a rainy day".....this is the only line that kind of breaks rhythm, and may need tweaking. It's a good line, and being it the penultimate, it could pass without much frowning, but it could be better (as seen in the rest of the poem). Just putting that out there. Well done all in all!!

[Paper]

I think the very regular pacing and phrasing reflect the "ritual" which seems very familiar and practiced.