Stormy Days

On stormy days, dark and gray

I stay inside burrowed away

The smell of fresh coffee brewing in the pot

A warm mug in my hands steaming hot

Wrapped in a blanket, warm and soft

I curl up on the couch in my little loft

The world outside doesn’t matter today

There’s nothing I need to do but stay

Stay in my home by myself

Maybe take my sketchbook off the shelf

I draw, color, and sometimes write

The rain still falling with no end in sight

In my little world I create what I please

The simple solitude puts my mind at ease

The glow of a candle flickers and burns

The smell of autumn’s sweet return

Everything outside my window can wait

I will enjoy this peaceful state

I have no worries, no fears, no stress

Today is my day to simply rest