Each day has become less sufficient,
Yet to my amazement another follows,
more less sufficient than the last hot one.
I'm longing for,
the sufficiency of a cool rainy day,
with the million droplets a minute,
each tapping the window while I paint.
"No" I would shout out inwardly,
the whole time tapping paint onto panel,
"You can not come in and I,
am not coming out to play,
but please don't go away"!
"I'm Painting"
Lalepop'