It seems it's taking me longer to wake up

Now that it's already june

I sleep to the sound of subtle raindrops

That from the open window enter the room

When it's morning what do I find out?

A chill has seeped into my sheets

I stretch, my body dramatically arched

To seize all, not an inch is missed

Least the delayed sunrise arrives

To a steal a beautiful day

Leaving me with the old routine

From the tyrannical regime of May