Poem 47: Rainy Day

Rainy Day 

The clouds are grey. 

It's not a good day, 

We all would say, 

If we would not all miserably, 

Stare at the half-faulty television set, 

That my father had won in a bet, 

I had decided to go to bed, 

Nothing from the other members of the family was said. 

The day was rather sad, 

It kinda drove me mad, 

I wanted to go outside, 

But the day was so miserable, 

I would have rather died.