rain day

it's too
early to get
up, so you lie
there and listen
to the rain
rattle against
the roof, you
hear the roll
of thunder,
the wind push
against
the tall trees.
it's still
dark out, there
is no sun,
and won't be
the whole day.
if you weren't
self employed
you'd call in sick,
you'd call
the boss and
cough into the
phone and say, hey,
i'm not up to
it today. see
you tomorrow or
the next day.
but you are your
own master and
you rise. you
look out the window
at the wet
black street
and go again.