Head On a Pillow

C-old chilling raindrops E-vade February seven; C-loud gathered by vile clime I-s turning white under the heaven. L-et the Monday pass, as the night fades away; E-vening shadows disappear into the dark, blue, and gray. Z-enith and Tuesday noon A-re meeting in the sky; C-oal haze, fog, and mist A-re now going by. R-ay from the red beacon I-s lighting up the meadow; A-s you get tired due to work, S-mile and rest your head on a pillow.