The forecast promised sun but where was it?
It seemed to rain for hours. I sat there
Working, looking through the window, a slight
Chance, it seemed, that it would improve a bit
But I had faith which was repaid, and went
On the balcony, where I could just sit
For a while, music in my head, and sent
Into a pleasant place. The forecast meant
I did this today or miss out, for there
Would be no more sun for days, which is shit
After getting pissed, cooked tea, document-
ary on psychedelics used to cure
Depressives, then the news, the day’s complete
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