Blues

6:10,
Like a song in a minor key, my mood swings low and never floats. The sky is dark.
Rain is falling on the city. It blurs the distant buildings towering as if in another world.
The rain is tapping on the roof. I close my eyes and listen. The pluvial music is a one-note song. Likely in "fa" or "si". Funny, the single note playing the blues.
My thoughts do not flow. Something has clogged, but no idea what it is. Perhaps the rain. Perhaps the sky. Perhaps my age. Perhaps...
Times like this I just give up. Do nothing, think nothing. Let the time pass.
The rain falling on the city... a little harder.