When It's Cold and Wet

When it's cold and wet
I scribble away as if it were dry and sunny
When it's cold and wet
I next grab a book, then a cup of tea
When it's cold and wet
I watch the rain and write poetry
When it's cold and wet
I'm thankful I'm inside warm and dry
When it's cold and wet
I procrastinate and from housework I hide
When it's cold and wet
I think about sandwiches and hot tea
When it's cold and wet
I see wee little birdies darting in and out of the leaves
When it's cold and wet
I see raindrops blowing out of the trees
When it's cold and wet
I see streams of rain bouncing in and out of puddles
When it's cold and wet
I am serenaded by birdsong some loud, some subtle
When it's cold and wet
I wonder about my future. Where am I going? Where will I be?
When it's cold and wet
I sometimes feel that I'm all alone and out to sea
When it's cold and wet
I feel like it's just God,  His creation and me
When it's cold and wet
I sometimes turn on the TV set and watch old movies for free
When it's cold and wet
I never fret because life has so much to ponder and see. Don't you agree?