We are cocooned up together in our holiday retreat,
with afternoon plans for fairground fun, anticipating heat…
Our vacay plans come crashing down with the sound of beating rain.
No chance of chips and Rocky Road ices for us 3 once again :-(
Instead we crack open the craft box, let the creative juices flow.
It’s what we always do when there is nowhere we can go.
A short walk to the beach is unappealing when you’ll obviously get
so drenched it’s like you swam there, you’ll be so dripping wet.
We could choose to watch a movie, or binge watch too much MAFS?
Or try to find a comedy that will give us lots of laughs?
We could play a bunch of board games if it didn’t make us bored.
We could try to complete the puzzle book that often gets ignored.
It’s perfect weather for the ducks but they’re nowhere to be found.
Should we grab an umbrella to venture out and try to search around?
Or is the rainfall here a sign that we’re where we’re supposed to be…
snuggled up on the sofa, just Daddy, Evie and me
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