All the sky is dark and dreary, and it spoils my glorious, sunny plans.
Billows of wind add chaos to the constant dripping of the clouds and tear at my dreams.
Clear patches in the sky peek out on occasion, only to deceive me with false hopes.
Downward columns of water trickle steady on my window glass, wearing at my resolve.
Even the flowers are begging for mercy, pelted and torn near the garden bench.
From day until night, then night until day... the water continues its never-ending march.
Gallant attempts are dashed and the monotonous days are wearing me down.
All the time she complains and demands, not enough money or not enough things.
Beautiful daughters bring moments of cheer, but only until the next big eruption.
"Can we buy this? Please, I'll be so happy." she promises once again.
Demands for more than a simple man can offer make me feel as though I'm never... enough.
Enough? What is enough to stop the dripping of her words, the onslaught of her discontent?
For years I have tried, for years I have failed...and even still we wander around the same endless wheel.
"God help me," I plead "is this what our marriage is really meant to be?"
Prov. 27: 15 -- A quarrelsome wife is like a constant dripping on a rainy day; restraining her is like restraining the wind or grasping oil with the hand.
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