Rainy Friday

Rainy Friday

Contributed by Anthony Irsik

I sat on the bench and listened to them play,
Sweet melodies that matched all the rain,
The wind came through and tossed my hair,
A playful gust pulling through the wet air,
The clods were gray and filled the sky,
Giving everyone a melancholy time,
A time that matched the band that played,
Blues were heard at the fling today.