Wash Day
It’s raining outside my kitchen window,
And raining inside my washing machine.
The drizzle soaks as the drum turns slow,
Both giving their world a clean.
But the revs are building as the downpour splashes
And the glass is pelted by each,
Till the spinning thunders as the lightning crashes
With the white light bringing the bleach.
Till things settle down as we wait for the clunk
That unlocks both the door and the sky.
And the scent is fresh and freed from the funk,
As we hang them each out to dry.
Rhyming Couplets 