The sky is crying... and so am I...

My nose is dripping
almost as fast as the rain is falling
and the
throbbing
pounding
kettle drums in my head
compete for my attention with
the firey ache in my shoulders...
each nerve screeches with every twist of my head.

Still? I forge on.
Alone
for the torrential downpour of these last few days
has delayed my beloved's return.
The Dayquil has been chugged.
The children are dressed with raincoats lined up,
for today is an outing day.
Pray for me
that I don't strangle any whiners in the van
or abandon my driver's seat
to yell at an inconsiderate driver...

Oh Lordy, I am in misery over here...