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.