It’s raining

I never longed so much to cut the grass
When it was fine and dry
Rake out the moss
Trim the edges
Spike the ground
And fertilize.
All these jobs I yearn to do
Today.
Trapped and lonely
Windows shut against the cold
I sit inside
Finding excuses not to write
Not to this
And not to that.
Just watch the steady downpour
Cold and grey.