The Drabness of a Rainy Friday

Drabby Friday is quickly approaching, steady raindrops are unwelcoming; more cheerless than a fluttering robin finding refuge in the cathedral's spires that cannot reach the swollen clouds, I trod the wet cobbled streets of London! The heavy tread of my booths is not heard as they hit paddles, they squish if they had holes; not distant from me, a birch tree has fallen showing its dirty roots... in its branches buzzed the Honeybee! A harmonious sky incites joy, ever notice the boredom of a boy? I feel the same sadness he feels... when he won't smile at ladies resembling models on high heels, and the drabness of a rainy Friday stays... until rain tampers off and shows sunrays! Written on 2/23/2018