Three Days Cold

For three long days, I lay in bed,
Heavy with a fever, weighed down like lead.
The cold had caught me, cruel and tight,
Stealing my strength, dimming my light.
Each breath was a struggle, a weight on my chest,
The ache in my bones never giving me rest.

The world outside was a blur, far away,
As I watched the hours drift through the day.
I longed for relief from the fever’s tight hold,
Feeling so fragile, weary, and cold.
Sleep would come in fits and starts,
With troubled dreams and a pounding heart.

But today, at last, the fog did clear,
The weakness lifting, no longer near.
I rose from bed, feeling light and free,
And welcomed the world that awaited me.
The rain poured down in a gentle song,
Its rhythmic dance soothing all along.

The air was crisp, the sky a silver hue,
Cool on my skin, refreshing and new.
No more fever, no more pain,
Just peace in the calm of the falling rain.
Now I sit with a grateful sigh,
Watching the clouds drift slowly by.

The rain’s soft whisper, a comfort to hear,
After days of feeling weak and unclear.
Now I feel the strength return,
As the cold breeze around me turns.