Danielle N. Calhoun

MONDAY’S DREAM

Sitting here listening to the rain,
Watching the trees as they sway,
Wondering what it would be like,
To be able to dance in the middle of the street,
With the rain touching my feet,
Splashing in puddles like I did as a child,
Laughing at myself as I open my eyes,
I think to myself, it must be a Monday!