The Melancholy of a Rainy Holiday
By Saywisely
1 min read
Sep 9, 2024
The bags were packed, the plans were made,
A sunny, hopeful cavalcade.
But now the sky is grey and deep,
And all our promises will keep.
We watch the drops race down the pane,
A listless, indoor, slow campaign.
The sweetest moments, strange to say,
Are often those that wash away.
A sunny, hopeful cavalcade.
But now the sky is grey and deep,
And all our promises will keep.
We watch the drops race down the pane,
A listless, indoor, slow campaign.
The sweetest moments, strange to say,
Are often those that wash away.