It rains, and it's cold
I grab my blanket, and it's old
I need a hug, one that's bold
I need hot tea, a joy to behold
I need to hear stories, the ones we foretold
I need a cuddle, tough to unfold
I love your company, may it grow fivefold
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The rainy and cold calls for warmth from blanket, tea or a lover. Nice write up. Please kindly check my poems " Hope" and " The beauty of death"