Drizzle is my best friend.

There's a mist flowing over the top of the isle.

It's been there for quite a while.

It's my friend now, on a hot summer's day.

But I know, it's not here to stay.

The mist often comes to visit me,

when I'm sitting in the garden sipping tea.

I can see it creeping around the houses and through the streets,

and I know it's me it wants to meet.

It acts as an umbrella to shield me from what's out there.

But when it lifts, beware!

For when the shroud lifts and I can see the world, 

that's when life's troubles unfurl.

For it's safe indoors, hiding under the gloom.

letting the mist unfurl in every room.

................

But now, the sun is trying to break through as it usually does,

and it's time to enter a world full uncertainties and fuss.