I think it's going to rain today: a poem

I think it's going to rain today.

Should I pull on my boots or put them away?

I could put on my slippers, sit by the grate,

warming my fingers and toes 'til it's late.

I think it's going to rain today,

Shall I discard my raincoat? Stay out of the grey?

I could finish my book, enjoy biscuits and tea,

make a hotpot for dinner - apple crumble maybe.

I could catch up on chores, give my mum a quick call,

bake cookies, write a haiku, knit a scarf, paint the hall.

I could have a long bath, watch a film, yes I may,

I can do all these things if I stay in today.

But if I go out, if I pull on my boots,

I may see a Woodpecker, Kestrel or Coot.

The Robins and Finches would brighten my day,

so maybe I won't put my fell boots away.

Because when I get out there'll be no-one around,

no footsteps to hear just that rain-dropping sound.

The trees will be silent, the water so still,

just me and my thoughts and the cows on Calf Hill.

And when I return I can still do those things,

The chores and the calls and the hobbies, food and drinks.

And after a shower, and soup in a mug,

with my boots and coat drying I'll be feeling quite smug.

I think it's going to rain today,

I'll pull on my boots and walk anyway.