I left my brolly at work again,
I’m being optimistic.
I really hope it doesn’t rain,
Is that unrealistic?
The sky is grey with looming clouds,
The wind is getting up.
I better hurry through the crowds,
Before the sky erupts!
Stepping on this train again,
This day is like the last.
The window’s showing spots of rain,
It’s coming down quite fast.
The train it trundles, nearing home,
A steaming bath is calling.
This weather chills me to the bone,
But soon I will be warming.