The nonstop drip, drip, dripping drops of rain,
drum pitter-patter patterns on my brain.
And I slowly start to slip-slide past sane:
as endless dripping drops drive me insane.
For many miserable months, it pours,
and a dank depression drains me of hope.
As misery manifests, boredom soars,
and I'm deprived of light and forced to cope.
It's a moody, melancholy Monday,
another awful,...
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