In what was probably fate, the rain came.
Crashing down on roof tops and side walks.
But today of all days?
it figures with my luck.
Never sun shine and no traffic.
Just rain and red lights.

I hate the rain.
I wish it would go away.
Maybe I should do a rain dance and make it disappear.
Mr. Rain man they would call me.

Calling it on account of rain.
I’m not available.
The rain came and ruined it all.