On a Rainy Day

On a rainy day with nothing planned

And hours to fill at your command,

It’s hard for some to understand,

But it’s a trifle boring.

 

You do some crosswords, read a book,

Open closets, take a look,

Realize in the time it took,

That mess you’ll be ignoring.

 

It’s early, still, to watch TV;

You have a snack or two or three

And text a friend, but even she

Is busy with her choring.

 

And so, at last, since you are home,

Too lazy to head out to roam,

You find the topic for your poem,

The things to do indooring.