Wet Stormy Monday

There’s a reason I refuse to work Mondays

As I wake I’m reminded of that reason,

The humid air and the darkening skies

Tells me it’s the start of the rainy season.

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It’s no longer cold, a sultry temp of 23

We’ll see a high today of 30 degrees,

The perfect weather for a tropical storm

And I’m free to sit back and watch it be.

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I love the rain as long as it’s not cold

And detest working in this weather,

I need to be free to enjoy the storm

As working I often miss out altogether.

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I want the freedom to be able to choose

Should I decide to curl up with a good book,

Or watch a binge session of my TV shows

Maybe a walk in the rain or dinner to cook.

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I’m beginning to hear the rain’s pitter patter

As I watch large rain drops begin falling,

The light is starting to grow dim and dark

And the sudden downpour is enthralling.

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What a waste this would be if I was working

Sitting in an isolated office blocking sound,

I would have no idea it had started to rain

Except for the darkening sky in the background.

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I would miss the sound of the rolling thunder

Nor see the lightening flash across the sky,

Ten minutes and it could be all over and gone

Or it could constantly drizzle and not pass by.

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Ideally I would like the rain to relentlessly fall

Throughout the rest of the afternoon, I pray,

Please do not disappear and return tomorrow

As I work 10 hour days Tuesdays to Fridays.

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