If it doesn't stop raining
I think I'll go mad
The small child is bored
and the dogs are so bad.
Everyone sits by the window
and stares.
Searching for sunshine,
that just isn't there.
Outside is so gray
and it's pouring down rain
One more day like today
and we'll all go insane.
The dogs are fighting.
The small child complains,
"Why did we move to a place
where it constantly rains?"
I crate up the dogs,
for some evil deed.
Some peace and quiet
is just what I need.
My house is a mess,
and I simply don't care.
I grab a new book
and curl up in my chair.
An old friend calls and
complains of the heat.
Now I'm thinking of Santa Cruz,
and tan, sandal feet.
For just a few minutes,
I escape from the noise.
I'm seventeen at the boardwalk,
flirting with boys
That sweet, coconut smell,
sand everywhere.
A fit, tan size 5
without any cares.
But then a small voice
yanks me off of the beach.
Someone wants a snack
and her arms will not reach.
The dogs are once again barking.
The cartoons are on.
My time at the beach,
is suddenly gone.
I wish everyone could
go outside and play.
Being mom is so hard,
on a wet, summer day.
-Cary
