rainy day sonnet

rainy day sonnet

Rainy Day Sonnet.

 It is so quiet here
in my village when it is raining

 dogs in outhouses are
overtaken by melancholia.

It appears so useless to bark and their dream might

 be of an otherworldly
nature knowledge they are

unable to share the sense that their servitude status

a clown for us to laugh at is not dignified.

Once they were equal to other beings that roamed

the forests and plains the camaraderie of the flock

now their existence is in your hands, and it is a burden

we must carry gently

Yes, light rain makes me moody, my loneliness hurts

yearning for a mythical past, I think like the dogs there
must

be something more to life than sitting in a cabin waiting

for the sun to shine and warm old bones.