Rain taps at the window, a gentle, steady drum, Clouds cradle the sky in a somber, grey hum.The world outside whispers, soft and gray, Perfect for bean soup and cornbread day.
In the kitchen, the pot sings a bubbling tune, Rich aromas dance under the sleepy noon. Beans simmering, a hearty, warm ballet, Cornbread golden, in the oven’s sway.
Outside, the rain sketches paths on the glass, Inside, comfort foods convene en masse. Together they meld in a perfect array, On this quiet, nurturing, rainy day.
Pull up a chair, let the warmth cascade, Savor each spoonful, in buttery shade. For nothing quite lifts the spirits this way, Like bean soup and cornbread to brighten the day.
