A day

It is nice
It is fresh
It is bitter
The rain, the sun and the new mown grass
It is taping in your hands
It is cold
It is soft
It is smooth
Like something drums on the roof
“knirk, knirk” it says
Okay now, take it easy
Exited and afraid
But then I hear my family’s voice, and the children’s laugh
The last day in the week
Now finally I can sleep