Rainy Days and Mondays
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Somber skies sully an overcast day,
effectively dragging my spirits down.
Especially if it's on a Monday;
when my smiles tend to flip into a frown.
The stinging droplets burn like acid tears,
trickling down my cheeks as I walk to work.
And on Mondays, those drops morph into spears;
yet I prod ahead, feeling like a jerk.
It's strange, on other days without sunlight
I don't get as upset about the rain.
But on a Monday, it never feels right,
it's like I'm inflecting self-imposed pain.
I don't really know why this should be,
but rainy days and Mondays sadden me.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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