Poetry Corner: Rain

Plans are ruined, the day is spoiled

My work, labour and ceaseless toil

For this one day, to live, breathe outside

Promises as if snatched from a child

 

Tapping like torture on the glass

Looking, hoping praying you’ll pass

Relentless, ceaseless soggy legacy

A week I’ll wait, wait to see

 

So it rains, today, no great unknown

Could have been great, not inside alone

Adventure or solace, spirit set free

Imprisoned left to rot, just me

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