this weather

it's the type of weather
that even in the summer,
it's okay to wear a sweatshirt.

the sky is grey,
the leaves rustle,
i cuddle.

a teacup in one hand,
book in the other,
bed beneath me.

it makes me want to sleep
to the sound
of flowing music.

the rain pitter-patters,
the wind howls,
i slip under a knitted blanket.

xoxo,
jessie
PS i don't know how i wrote the above poem; i guess it just came straight from my heart.
PPS nope, it doesn't rhyme. yep, i just called it a poem.