Just Outside

This is a poem from my teenage years:)

I've just come in from the wet and cold
But while outside I did behold,
the hills before me, white with mist,
the drizzling rain which did persist,
to drive most human kind indoors,
while outside other life endured.
The snails declared a holiday,
and old and young both made their way
across the mossy lichened paths,
while earthworms rose to take a bath.
Half-hidden sheep through sheet mists stared,
the scent of wet earth filled the air,
and I was glad to see it all,
but also glad to come indoors.