sorry ms carpenter i take issue with your libretto.

if i had my way, rain would appear weekly to wash away our muck.

her windy sidekick tagging along every so often, for extra exfoliation.

and every monday it’s my chance to windshield wipe aside my baggage (typically pride and fear) that swaddles me tight in my anxiety blanket.

relief. breath. trust.

rainy days and mondays always get me right.