Counting Days

It rains for countless days, 

the clouds are thick and dark.

Summer seems an age away,

No walks around the park.

The weathers always rotten,

the washing never dries.

Until I go to work again

and the sun is in the sky!

Countless times I swap my day

planning well ahead.

I closely watch the weather,

in constant fear and dread.

But I always choose the wrong day

how ever hard I plan.

Then you’ll find me in the office,

sweating by the fan!

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