Sometimes It Rains
My day almost always starts out good
Long before the sun wakes up
I get to enjoy a cup of coffee along with breakfast
I listen and half heartedly watch the news
I get to re-examine yesterday
Things I did right, things I wish I had done
As the days progresses as each day does
I do what I do to stay afloat regardless if it meets
approval
Sometimes my list of to do’s
changes
What starts out being in positive mode suddenly takes a
sharp turn
News I thought or had hoped would be good, lifting weight
off my shoulders
Now becomes cause to raise my brow and wring my hands
Sometimes some days don’t go the way I want
I am not the only one being pulled ass backwards through the
eye of a needle
I do believe that things happen or don’t happen for a reason
But I am not always at ease with resting my head on that
theory
I can either allow it to consume me which sometimes it does
Or acknowledge that
sometimes it rains and get through it
Which most times I do