I wake up to a rainy day
After a rainy night I left
Behind to chase absurd dreams
The clouds promise another
Idle day without feeling guilty
About putting off some chores
I watch the little one next door
Going down the stairs in raincoat
There her school bus is sounding
An impatient rush hour horn that
Can be heard all over at this hour
There are no more Monday mornings
For me to hurriedly wake up to meet
The rain falls a while and takes a break
Time has given a licence now to be slow
After all those years of rushing about -----
There's still time for the feet to cry halt.
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