Rainy Saturday, no fun day,
Craziness swirling, pain on replay.
Confusion dances, sadness takes lead,
Grief, discomfort, the heart does bleed.

Loneliness whispers, betrayal’s cruel song,
In this contemporaneous world, everything feels wrong.
A funday was needed, a respite in sight,
But clouds gather, blocking the light.

Yet, in this storm of emotions, hope takes a stand,
A small flame flickers, like a baby’s extended hand.
Belief in a lit path, leading to the right lane,
Where sunshine breaks through, dissipating the rain.

Craziness may linger, pain may persist,
But hope, like a melody, can’t be dismissed.
Through the rhythm of sorrow, a resilient beat,
A funday postponed, not a defeat.

In the echo of loneliness, let solace be found,
A tempestuous song echoing, a comforting sound.
For karma, a gardener, tends to its roots,
In the garden of time, where hope takes its shoots.

So, on this rainy Saturday, emotions entwined,
A heartfelt journey, through the soul, we find.
Believe in the words, in the dance of the heart,
For in this somber melody, a new chapter will start.