A Pause for Rain

Softly falls the curl
Upon this roughened cheek
As pondering, the girl
Reflects upon her week

No valentines received
But neither were there bills
No further woes conceived
So never mind the ills

The coffee cup is drained
A lid found for the pen
What tasks have yet remained
She’ll visit once again

A sigh upon her lips
A fingertip to suck
Ten minutes more of drips
Then home, with any luck