Sundays are meant for relaxation

But yet we still have the stress of Monday

Sundays are when you're supposed to be rested

But we're all exhausted

Even though Sunday is terrible

We always have a cup of coffee to help get us through

Crash! Goes the thunder

Dark skies accompany me as I walk home

Raindrops going down my face like tears

I step into a puddle

The water soaking my shoes

I feel the rain dropping on my back

Like someone tapping on my shoulder

To see if I’m alright

I’m not, but

At the end of every storm

There’s a rainbow

           I just need to make it that far.