Rain

Rainy days. We watch as small drops fall from the sky. How can water
Change our mood, just by falling
Down to earth? The grass is slick and
To be avoided. Cars drive by too quickly
And douse unlucky passers by.
The sky is the color of a
Chalky blackboard. A white wall
No longer perfectly white
But a dull grey from the wrath of time.
The poor trees are left outside all day. They mope and
Hang low. Bicycles stare morosely
From where you left them on the lawn.
They rust in silence.