Sometimes when it's raining

and it's cold and grey,

Though life goes on around me,

I just don't want to play.

Sometimes when it's raining,

I watch the water stream as

It drips from leaves and branches,

I forget about my dreams.

Sometimes when it's raining,

I feel a sense of woe

And not a thing inspires me,

No place I want to go.

Sometimes when it's raining,

I think of once before,

How quickly things can change;

What lies through this next door?

Sometimes when it's raining,

I think about the pain,

Caused by me or others

And what was there to gain?

Sometimes when it's raining,

I feel I want to cry,

For all of life's atrocities;

For time that's passed me by.

Sometimes when it's raining,

I wonder of my part

And if what I've achieved,

Has even made a mark.

Sometimes when it's raining,

Like it is today,

I want to close my weary eyes

And shut the world away.

By tortured soul Juliette, on this relentless rainy day, feeling blah, despite chocolate and pink wine and jubilee frivolity. And if anyone says “Well, the garden needs it” they can go and do one! I hate rain.