Monday Morning

The rat-tat-tat of the rain on the window, when the duvet's pulled tight round your head, and its just gone six in the morning, then its time to get out of your bed. You can't bring yourself to eat cornflakes, and your toast turns to dust as you eat, when your coffee tastes like it was filtered through a sock, and you feel like you're dead on your feet. The bus turns up late at the bus stop, as your shoes start to fill up with rain, and you're pushed out of the way in the crush to get on, so you're going to be late once again. Then at last you get to the office, and in a panic break into a run, then just as you get to sit down at your desk, the rain stops and up pops the sun!