A Shy Sullied Sun
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The drumming drip, drip, dripping drops of rain
draw pitter-patter patterns on my brain.
And I am slowly slip-sliding past sane,
as endless dripping drops drive me insane.
For many miserable months, it pours,
and a deep depression drains me of hope.
My misery manifests as bedsores;
deprived of sunlight, I struggle to cope.
It's a moody, melancholy Monday,
another awful, rotten, rainy day.
As that rat-a-tat-tat sound slams away,
monsoon madness is on instant replay.
Fast-flowing flash floods down crops and farmland;
this wretched weather's getting out of hand.
Then, a shy, sullied sun shines, clouds disband,
and suddenly, sweet silence sounds so grand.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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