weekday woes

Another week to bare, to fill, to get through as quietly and unassumingly as possible. The past weekend brought progress to the not-so-secret-secret-garden, and then the rain misted its way in. And now it has fled, and tomorrow it will come back in full force for the next week. I've got the rain blues, I wish I had the rain shoes. I want to shake my fist at those fat and water-soaked gray clouds hanging overhead. Feel my fury rain.