The weather has turned cold and it looks set to rain,
I never have my umbrella, never prepared.
Then it happens,
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.