Monday's Rain

the rustic scent of Monday's rain has left a mark on me, abandoned by the fields I laid my august memories, I shiver when I feel it's hint of cold and distant days, and banished into all the dreary hope Monday conveys. The lazy knock and rambled drops of rain come greet my door, and all I see and feel from life just leaves me wanting more. the bleak and wanton rhythm sings my mind to wistful sleep, and saddened winds freeze through my heart and listen as I weep. For Monday's rain is hard and cold and empty of all soul, and casts an eerie shadow thick and heavy as it rolls. I long for sweeter times of joy than Monday's rain can bring, a better glance for lighter views of fonder rhymes of spring.

Brittany