Just that kind of day...

It was the kind of day

When everything is wet

The rain coming down in deluges

Yet it seemed like

The wind had quieted

Because it was just that kind of day

When everything is still.

It's the kind of day

Where the crackling fire

Steaming soup

And muffins are all you can think of

The kind of day

Where all you wish to do

Is curl up with a good book

But it was also the kind of day

That makes you shiver with the cold

As you rush for your car

The kind of day when nothing goes right

When you can't find the book you were waiting for

The soup overflows

And the muffins are burnt

Then the wind picks up

And you can only hear the howl of the wind

And you sigh because-

It's just that kind of day.