A Rainy Sunday Afternoon

There’s something in a rainy day
That was made to be spent in bed,
Snuggled under the downy fluff
Of a cozy, old flannel spread.
The soft rain splashing my window
The soft pillow under my head.
The rain sings a gentle lullaby
And into sweet dreams I am led

Yes, there’s something in a rainy day
That was made to be spent in bed
So why do I sit here typing a rhyme
When I could be dreaming instead?