Venting to the drizzle

Talk to the 6am drizzle drifting across each avenue
Letting the Wind help churn it across the city
I´m talking to it, telling it my problems from the other side of the windscreen
Monday morning anxieties all lumped up, ready to be spat out

Drizzle didn´t change direction get heavier or lessen
day got lighter and dawn completely manifested
my mouth kept on trumbling out with the crap
spilling it onto the motorway

Dreary monday early morning drizzle, the unescapable disappointment
eyes struggle to capture all movements of the road
and the heart doesn´t get any lighter attempting to solitarily vent the load
What a conversation that part of your brain is playing to balance the dialogue
between you and grey wet monday