A Gloomy Day

A gloomy day that’s wet and gray
Is one in which it’s nice to stay
At home to do the things you should
But wouldn’t, if the weather’s good.

So I did fine with gifts online
Because the sun refused to shine,
Then gave in to a guilt attack
And for a trip began to pack.

I tried on clothes, rejecting those
In which I’d hate to picture pose,
Then ironed out each nagging crease
To give my mind a little peace.

I don’t deny that if the sky
Had brightened up, I know that I
Would not have tackled chores that wait
But rather would procrastinate.