Rain, Raymond Carver (1985)

Woke up this morning with
a terrific urge to lie in bed all day
and read. Fought against it for a minute.

Then looked out of the window at the rain.
And gave over. Put myself entirely
in the keep of this rainy morning.

Would I live my life all over again?
Make the same unforgivable mistakes?
Yes, given half a chance. Yes.

[from the collection Where water comes together with other water]