What once did paint the sky’s endless pallet
Now hides its glowing beauty with a mask,
Silver clouds loom ahead all full and wet
Shadowing light no more to which they basked.
To much despair, those loving warmth retreat
As bitter cold flows free along the wind
And rain clings on like an embracing sheet,
Two elements bound of a single mind.
Now eerie night crawls forth to their disdain,
As hermits climb into their comfy nests,
But I alone sit in the pounding rain,
And gaze upon what nature offers best;
For what I know is that when night does wane,
The sun will shine its brilliant rays again.
– Michaela (whimsycaly)