Gray Day

If there was ever a day
that deserved to be gray;
it was that Monday at the end of June.

For it rained and it rained,
and it rained and it rained;
till we thought it was a monsoon.

The roads were all blocked,
and the commuters were shocked;
this had never happened before.

It was six inches of rain;
through the weekend it came,
flooding the roads by the score.

We watched with concern
as other people in turn,
felt the power of nature's wrath.

We were smug cause it seemed,
with technology supreme;
that nature would not cross our path.

It was not a named storm
that Mother Nature did form,
to give us a gentle reminder.

It was not hard at all,
she just let the rain fall,
and she washed all our smugness behind her.