the geese came early
this morning, and loudly
already it was too gray a day
for the sun to make an appearance
the dogs, fractious still from being
pulled out into the dark and rain
growled up at the windows long after
the clattery troupe had passed
and moments later the rain
let loose and I with my umbrella
crept out the back door
into another day
© Sarah Whiteley
ebbtide 
Sounds like a definite Monday morning.
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I’m right there, listening to the rain on the porch roof. Not sure I like the way the dogs are eyeing me though! Enjoyed.
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Oh yes, Monday has a special character all its own ( only thing worse is, possibly, Sunday night, which is an apprehension of Monday…). Just add rain and dark grey, the cacophony of geese and the whining of dog and it’s a good recipe for gloom….a nice, gloomy poem.
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oooh – yes – the Sunday dread of Monday morning – nothing like it!
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Nice, very Monday, is over now 🙂
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I love September. Even when it rains. There is no better rain than September rain.
I loved this poem
David
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Agree! There’s something so cozy and peaceful about a nice September rain.
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Nicely done Sarah! I like that closure, creeping out to another day!
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thank you, John! I left out the part where I nearly poked my eye out opening my umbrella 🙂
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I wish I could ‘like’ this twice.
You made me smell the rain…
Thanks.
M.L.
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🙂
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