Rainy Days And Mondays
Somber skies sully an overcast day,
effectively dragging my spirits down.
And especially so on a Monday,
as my smile tends 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
as I prod ahead, acting 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 just doesn't feel right;
like I'm enduring a self-imposed pain.
I don't pretend to know why this should be,
but rainy days and Mondays sadden me.
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