A Shy Sullied Sun
The nonstop drip, drip, dripping drops of rain,
drum pitter-patter patterns on my brain.
And I slowly start to slip-slide past sane,
while endless dripping drops drive me insane.
For many miserable months, it pours,
and a dank depression drains me of hope.
As misery manifests, boredom soars,
and deprived of light, I am forced to cope.
It's a moody, melancholy Monday,
another awful, rotten, rainy day.
And that rat-a-tat-tat sound slams away
like monsoon madness on constant replay.
Fast-flowing flash floods wash away the land
as this wretched weather gets out of hand.
Then, a shy sullied sun shines, clouds disband,
and the sweet sound of silence sounds so grand.
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