It could have been a glorious day,
the weather man said it could be.
A mild and sunny September day,
was so what I hoped I would see.
It could have been an Indian summer,
it’s what the papers bragged about.
But I’m picking up my big umbrella,
when I ever need to venture out.
It could have rained this morning,
but it waited until I opened the door.
It should have been a glorious day,
I can’t take this rain anymore.
But come later in the evening,
the sun popped his head from the sky.
It brought me a little light relief,
with a glorious and gentle goodbye.
The swans swam out to bask in it,
leaving the family on the bank.
I suppose for that special moment,
it’s the universe I’m needing to thank.
Daily Prompt – glorious
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