Miserable Weather Blues

I hear the wind
Upon the glass
Joined by a pounding rain

I feel so drained
All muscles cold
As if my body hates the day

I fight my eyes
They strain to close
A morning battle with my lids

What is it with this weather?
That makes me turn to corpse
Cursing the day that will not let me sleep

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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21 Responses to Miserable Weather Blues

  1. Myas says:

    I sleep but my grandson’s snoring wakes me. I stagger around, concoct another prescription espresso and sit down at the dining room table and the laptop. If that doesn’t work I try to read. If that doesn’t work and I try to fall asleep again only this time on the couch, I’m finally wide awake with sinus still angry.


  2. Be glad there is a difference between humans and bears. (even though you might envy bears)


  3. sknicholls says:

    Cold rain is the worst. I feel for you 😦


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