Rain. Again.
Who’s to blame
for this rain? Again.
Do they know
this reign of rain,
it’s existential pain,
the squelched meins,
brows made insane
by all this sodding rain.
I long to take aim
at long wet clouds, the bane
of joy. My main
plan, to tell the sky, change,
run away from this rain.
4 days ago
