it's a good day

we sleep in.
the rain, the cold.
it's Monday.
we call in sick.
we turn off the alarm
and peek out the window
into the grey
blah
of the day.
we listen to the rain
tap against the roof,
the stream
of new water
run down the spout.
we say little
to one another, but
we know what we know.
we make love
then fall back to
sleep again.
it's a good day.