The Never Ending Rain

Here I am somewhat depressed

After many days working on the roof

With very little rest

I feel as though this rain filled moment is a test

Will I make it through?

Will I someday look back and think this was a jest?

Perhaps it was just a rough spot in my life’s quest

I am getting so I despise the rain

I know into every life a little rain must fall

But why do I have to get it all?

I know I am whining to be sure

But what, may I ask, is the cure?

I know I can think and hope the rain will go away

All I want is another sunny day

Is that too much to ask?

May I give the Lord above another task?

It may seem selfish in my own way

But may I please have another sunny day?