There is no Christmas in July
when it’s already August.
Rainy days surprise
-adds another wave
to an otherwise peaceful puddle.
It’s All Cuckoo Clocks
in Horror’s head.
Rainfall floods
the streets
with dread.
Fibs fill my head
as I unplug the drain,
I will not be washed
in the brain.
Now see, I know much better
than this rainy weather,
and unlike the unkind,
I can overcome
battles of the mind.
