The weather has turned cold and it looks set to rain,

I never have my umbrella, never prepared.

Then it happens,

The downpour.

I am soaked to the skin and moan in despair.

Why does this always happen to me?

Why am I always that one caught out in the rain?

It is just not fair,

Is always finds me.

Unlucky by nature,

I am always the one tricked by life.

Just when things are going well,

It all changes,

All goes downhill, and slides from view.

I sigh and close my eyes,

I am so used to this by now.

I hunch my shoulders against the rain,

And try to ignore it.

Luck does not live here anymore.