time well spent

when you were a boy
you prayed for no rain.
rain meant
the fields would be soggy,
that the street would be slick.
you'd be stuck inside,
with ball in glove in hand,
face pressed to window,
looking up at the dark
grey sky.
but now.
bring it on.
bring on the rain. the deluge.
keep me in.
there are so many books
yet to read,
so much
to write about, so many movies
to see,
naps to take,
meals to cook, let the clouds
break, let the showers
come. it will be
time well spent.