"Raindrops keep falling on my head..."

Ugh. Today. Could it get any worse?
Not only is it rainy, but it's cold rain. The type of rain that drips drops into the crevices between your clothing and skin.
Like Death has slid his bony fingers to caress your soul. He toys. He preys on the emotions you feel on a cold, rainy, gray day.
The inkling of a feeling like the death of loved one.
A little of me has died today.
Died, driving, staring at the tea-colored puddles rippling on the street.
What is it about these days that keeps even the best of Christmas carols from warming me up and making me sing?
Why must this day make rashes flair up and send children home from school?
Why must my sinuses be acting up today? Making the pressure build behind my eyes and the weight of my head feel like it has ballooned. All sounds are muffled and I'm just not sure if I'm awake yet...or still dreaming.
Will the alarm go off?
Will this end and a vibrant winter sun shine?
Coworkers are planning on staying inside on a day like this.
"I forgot to lock my car, can I click the clicker from the doorway..."
The doorway-the threshold...between here and there, light and dark, cold and warm.
I'm at the threshold today.
Waiting just long enough for the wind to change
and shake my dismay.