Rain

It’s raining.

Though necessary,

I wish it would stop.

It fogs my brain.

Makes me want to curl up into a ball and go to sleep.

I blurs my thoughts.

But not just mine.

A bird hit my living room window five times this morning.

Five times.

Five times the poor creature flew on a clear path to safety.

Right into my dirty window.

BAM!

I want the rain to stop.

It’s raining.