The Sun Shines Only When it Rains

After sprinkling ash inside
I rolled up the rug
Lit one end
To smoke it
Only to find
That it was too big
Even rolled as tightly
As could possibly be
To fit in my mouth
In turn to be smoked;
A most disappointing outcome
After such effort.
I sat back,
Drew my knees up to my chest,
Stared straight ahead
Weaving all of my disappointment
Into the warp and weft
Of the rug.
Today is clearly
Not a good day
For brilliant ideas.