·May·

As I was looking through the window,
         I saw a man in the rain, battling with a battered and broken umbrella.
                It was a dark, dark Monday.
     Better than most days,
  Lighter than most Mays.
This.
Year.
Was.
Different.
As I was looking through the window,
         I saw a man in the rain,
Battling with a battered and broken umbrella.
But this time it was a cold, cold Tuesday.
        Golder than most days,
Slower than most Mays
  This.
Year.
Was.
Different.
As I was looking through the window,
           I saw a man in the rain, battling with a battered and broken umbrella.
                   It was a windy, windy Wednesday.
    Whiter than most days,
Cooler than most Mays
This.
Year.
Was.
Different.
      As I was looking through the window,
        I saw a man in the rain, battling with a battered and broken umbrella.
       It was a blue, blue Thursday
Faster than most days,
      Faster than most Mays.
Time flew.
   - ·CEM·