The weather undecided settles for rain, then stops again.
Skies a wishy washy blue, then offish white, then back to blue.
Raindrops hit the windowpane, tear-like they run down the glass or pitter-patter leaving spits and splashes on the pane, then dry up again.
The trees look bedraggled, their leaves hang limply with raindrops that cling; flowers battered and stooping or seeming battle hard they hold their heads up straight like warriors of old keeping the enemy from the gate.
The weather undecided settles for a settled calm, skies smudged blue with dark tinted clouds, the birds take to wings in the settled sky, as I in my armchair sit or on my bed lie.