Rain

I could tell it was raining before I even heard The pitter patter of little drops Because it was hard for my body to get out of bed again But what am I saying!? It's always hard for me To escape the colored covers and my dreams It's hard enough to exist in reality Let alone be forced into it by the bring of an alarm. It was always easy to make someone laugh It's like this life has been one long headache And my days are one Advil after another I close my eyes hard enough to escape And i can't close my ears or ignore the sound of the clock Telling me to wake up. Telling me to wake up. They say after the rain there's a thousand Poetry submissions titled "the rain" So this will go un-submitted Just like a thousand others