Terrace Envy

How I wish I had a terrace!
I’d be out there every day,
Just relaxing with my crossword,
Letting hours slip away.

I’d step out to check the weather
In the snow or sleet or rain;
Though I’d gladly risk a soaking,
I would probably refrain.

But in weather not inclement,
I’d have breakfast there outside,
With a breeze as my companion
And the sunshine as my guide.

In the afternoon or evening
There’d be sustenance and wine;
I’d survey all my surroundings
From that aerie perch of mine.

Since I live within the city,
I might lack a lovely view;
But I’m not so very greedy
That a cityscape won’t do.

When I notice other balconies
I wonder why folks choose ‘em;
For unlike the way I know I’d be,
They never ever use ‘em!