Don't you just hate a wet blanket?
Nobody likes it
No one can sleep under it
It just seems weird and unpleasant

Imagine a wet blanket in winter time
Dripping icey waters onto your bare back
Would be the perfect wartime torture
It will break the spirit of any man

Life feels like that sometimes
Misserable and sad!
Like winter rain on a Monday morning
No hope, sunshine nor smiles
Cloudy with a chance of hailstorm

Days come when all seems to just go wrong
The stars are misaligned against us
Hardships and troubles endear us
And there's nowhere to run
No solution to fix
Nothing to do

Life begins to dampen
Just like a wet blanket
The gloomy wetness results in tears
Laughter and hope become stranger memories
The light of life fades away

It is a time of reflection
To stop, think and pay attention
To what the universe is saying
There are lessons even in wet blankets.