Inspired by Amanda, of course, who wrote her own poem about Paris in the rain. 🙂

Muted light through the skylight,
The patter of rain on glass,
Pigeons cooing.

Warm under the thick duvet,
This lazy Paris morning of
My vacation.

Ready for a day of walking,
Scarf around my neck,
Umbrella open.

A café crème at the café,
The waiters turn the heaters on,
Smoke-filled terrace.

At Trocadero, the souvenir sellers are not deterred
But they huddle in their coats,
Soaked through.

Time for a second café crème,
A good book on the table,
Settled in.