Monday Morning

Another Monday morning
waiting for the day
to start.
And yet the rain
keeps coming
down.

Staring and thinking
thinking and staring
Chewing. Blankly
appearing as though it all goes by
un-noticed.

She often stared up at the
grey, grey clouds
the rain
dropping and dripping
dripping and dropping
her face does the same
drop, drip, drop, drip.

She gathers the folds in her skin
and smooths them down
calming her tired eyes.
Eyes that track the rain.
Every drop. Every drip.
Every Monday.
The same.