A Week of Rain

You found love in the rain one Monday morning,
As you laughed beneath the warm spring storm
And your love stood by, in awe of you.

Tuesdays have never treated you well
As you fell out of love, vowing never to repeat it.
So you dried your hair and closed the door and that was that.

On Wednesday you longed for a place unseen by man
But grew worried that it would no longer matter it if you found it
So you found yourself haunting the same old streets at night.

Thursday was when your heart skipped a beat,
That brief second when you had slipped and lowered your shield.
You made a note not to let that happen again.

Friday found the rain carrying on and carrying over its business as usual
But now it lacked its warmth and sympathy as it leaned on your shoulders,
Just tears falling in time to burden your back.

Saturday struck you in a most unexpected way.
As you ambled around the house you found yourself breathing,
You had no recollection of having started or how long this had been occurring.

Sunday you tore out of the house, you had been pent up too long anyway.
The rain was still outside the house, waiting on you
To laugh and dance and love and fight for yourself once again.

And you did.