THE WEATHER PULLED A DAMPER//
FROM THE FOOD READY IN THE HAMPER//
FOR A GLORIOUS INTENDED PICNIC//
BUT UNWELCOME RAIN CREATED CONFLICT
Copyright © 2018 by Marvin Cohen
The picnic is all ready on the prepared blanket.
But what of those pops of distant thunder?
Will your rising spirits then wetly go under?
Your planning schedule has unluckily turned up a blunder.
Your pack of friends runs away from the rain,
leaving the abandoned food to turn into paste
and undergo the ruined spectacle of abysmal waste.
Your popularity is insulted by your friends' betrayal.
But wine bottles remain that the rain doesn't harm.
You pop them open, turning the lonely day into a charm
of drunken solitude, questioning your social prestige
that's sodden-ly been punctured through and through
by invited friends unanimously abandoning you
to a drenching downpour that seems to mock you
as if nature had a venom of its own
as your prepared picnic has scattered and flown
and you're angry at human nature
as if weather allied itself with fate sure
to break your sobbing heart
as if you're supposed to be mature
with such wet adversity to dryly endure.
Such generosity to be rejected
before the clouds above could be inspected!
In your mind you had a different scenario to play,
but the cue came too late on a ruined day.
Into every life expect some rain,
but not when timed wrongly and produces pain.