I wake up to the sound of rain
pattering on my roof.
I hope it will pass,
that it’s just a small rain shower.
But as I get up and get ready,
I discover what kind of day it will be.
It will be a gloomy day.
I sit on the couch,
hoping the rain will pass.
I look out the window,
watching it
and hoping it will clear up.
It doesn’t.


I sip my warm tea,
trying not to let the weather bring me down.
I try to ignore the relentless noise
of rain splashing the ground.
But the noise clouds my head,
I can’t rid of it.
I decide to take a nap,
trying to put my mind at ease.


I wake up forgetting for a second
what kind of day it is.
I open my window and remember
it’s a rainy day.
I can’t forget,
Mother Nature won’t let me.
Because depression is the weather
on a rainy day.