class twenty

Rainy


You woke up and the sky was gray,
–As gray as dingy cotton sheets–
And all the sadness that you felt
projected itself in the sky.

And as you walked out to your car,
the mist began to organize,
collected itself into heaps
of wetness there upon your head,
began to sink into your throat
and condensate within your eyes.

As tears that fell onto your hands
dripped like the rain upon the car,
you felt as dreary as the world.

From there on out, the drive was nice
because it seemed to sympathize
with all the pain and hurt you felt.

You went to classes–such a bore!–
Instead of learning all you could,
you dwelt upon your misfortune
and thought of all the things you know
about the world’s horrific state.

Brooding in your misery,
you walked out to your car again;
this time the skies were clear and blue,
“The nicest day we’ve had all year!”

And suddenly the day was worse
because the world had woken up,
decided to forget its pain
and left you here without a friend.