Rainy Day

Go Away, Rainy Day It always seems like that one day that is supposed to go perfectly, mother nature comes and washes it all away. Just when your day looks bright the rain turns the sky like night. In the beginning its not so bad, the spotty drizzles and soft mists give you hope that its just a small wave. But as each cloud expands like rising dough you start to lose a little more hope that your ruined plans wont cause woe. You face the fact that you have to alter your plans but “this little bit of rain” won’t stop you. As you begin to notice that old bathed dog smell, you are realizing your day might be over when it hasn't even started. Eventually the last inch of sun gets covered and your enthusiasm settles. Each drop brings you down more and more, dog piling onto your clothes. The damper and heavier your shirt gets the more depressing your mood becomes. Within every second of that constant water bashing rigorously your hatred for the day builds. After awhile your hope grows narrow. The rain pushes you down like a middle school bully. But as you sit in sorrow, you pay attention to it less and less. Without you noticing, the constant bashing becomes faint. The chirps of the birds overpower that distant bashing. As the sun slithers a glare into your room, you dash to the window, eyes widened with purpose and hope. In those first steps outside you smell a breeze of life and happiness. All hope has returned. The day seems young as if that vigorous burst of denial never happened. The day is born again and the only traces of that dreadful mishap are the beautiful rainbows it leaves. So once the gruesome rain goes away, the sun will brighten up this terrible