My Monday

It’s a grey Monday Though I can still spot a little sun ray Thought today I would have a morning race Then I saw runners dragging their feet at a snail's pace Would my Monday turn any greyer? Having been waiting in a never ending prayer Truly longing for the thunderous thump of heavy rainfall Blessing the barren earth with every bit of its drop till nightfall Now the sun has rested There goes my Monday finally wasted But I still hold my hope with both hands like a crystal A hope that promises a no-more-grey day to continue my battle