The storm threw away your agenda today.
Voices hushed by the break of thunder.
Errands stalled by the pounding rain
chasing up the boards
of the porch
to the front door.

Stay here in your sockfeet.
Dance on the newly swept floor.
And if you must go outside,
stay under the eaves.
Hop quickly.
Land in a rocker and let it move you.

The gray skies will only last for so long.
Idleness is only so forgivable.