Pure Shit Rainy Day

It all starts with this: the shitty turn of events

The morning pour, surfing got cancelled

Went for live firing, but to find that fire you can not

No prior experience with guns means you can't

Left for another entertainment hunt

Only to find the game with nature has begun

Rain pouring relentlessly

Off we run helplessly

In Carl's Jr refuge we seek

Bought our burgers and for the next hour we sit

Deceived by the hiatus we take off

Only to see the same old refrain enacting

Off we scatter to Tutti Frutti

Yogurt ice cream and lame shit Guess Who? we have

Nature's game finally ends as the sun sets.

Our spirits drain with the colors of the setting sun.

Out in the drizzling cold night air we await the bus

Rain boots from Target make the day

Soggy socks and shoes go away

Puddles and currents I conquer

In my poka dotted rainboots I defeat

The Pure Shit Rainy Day

arghhhhh... but movie session at one of the room in the hall opposite was really good. really comforting ending to the otherwise bullshit day. I love the movie, catch it if you can guys. It's called Cool Running.

Disclaimer: My "poem" never rhymes. But who cares!