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

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