The rains set in today.
Making the Monday more Monday than it was before.
Soaking my patch of earth,
making my world a moldy moor.
The rains set in today
and never went away.
The world is smaller when it rains,
we sit beneath our tinkling metal roofs,
reading misty poetry and gothic tales.
Yes, the rains set in today with all their drizzling grey.
And so I write this poem
while I wait,
for these rains to travel on.
And they will. I know they will,
For all of life is not like Monday rain.