As I awake from my sleep,
what goes through my mind
are the plans I must keep.

But from my window
I hear it's raining and pouring.
Oh, how I wish
I could just sleep and start snoring.

But things need to be done,
must be on my way.
I'm not having fun
on this rainy day.

While leaving my house
with umbrella in hand,
with great sarcasm I say,
"Yup, this day is JUST GRAND!"

But I push through my day
doing what needs tending to.
The whole time I am wishing,
"Why can't the sky just be blue?"

My umbrella's destroyed
as the winds start to howl.
As I'm soaked to my skin,
my face forms a scowl.

"Oh why can't I be home
on this miserable day."
But things need to be done,
life's not all about play.

So I do what I can,
besides fret and moan,
just to hurry things up
so I can return home.

Finally my day is complete,
my front door is in sight.
At last, some relief
and I'm filled with delight.

As I search for my key
somewhere in my purse,
while dripping and wet,
I mutter and curse.

Then all of a sudden
I look over my shoulder.
The sun starts to come out
......the storm is now over.

Why is it always the END
of a busy wet day,
just as you arrive home
the rain goes away????