While it rained all through the night I couldn’t sleep, so I stayed up dreaming.

“No bad poetry!” I tell myself, but I still write it anyway.

Sunny morning first, then rain later – that’s London. She likes it this way.

Woke up hungover… Nothing more to add. It’s as awful as it sounds.

Raindrops gently fell drenching the pavement as soon as I left my house.

That one cloud looks like an upside down elephant standing on its trunk.

You are majestic, bird, and peaceful, so why did you just shit on me?

In sunlit doorway a fuzzy black cat sleeps and dreams of more sleeping.