When the rain stays

Dammit, rain

I love you and all that

But have you seen the basket

Piled with laundry

Overflowing into the bucket

Next to the bathroom door

Dammit, rain

My plants are growing

But the yellow clothesline

From the areca palm

To the front window

Is empty

Those are pins not birds

Not even the birds are out

Dammit, rain

Don’t you ever stop?