Woke up this morning with
a terrific urge to lie in bed all day
and read. Fought against it for a minute.
Then looked out the window at the rain.
And gave over. Put myself entirely
in the keep of this rainy morning.
Would I live my life over again?
Make the same unforgivable mistakes?
Yes, given half a chance. Yes.
"Rain" by Raymond Carver. Text as published in All of Us: The Collected Poems (Vintage, 1996).
Art credit: "Raindrops on the windowpane," photograph by Louis Gill. From the caption: "I woke this morning to the glittering sight of raindrops on the bedroom window pane backlit by the early morning sun."