Fog threads through the trees
Suspended high over the
River, like magic
Fog threads through the trees
Suspended high over the
River, like magic
Rain falls from the sky
Heavy drops reach the pavement,
Round wet explosions
Outside is gray. Cold.
Still. Misery permeates.
Sameness. More Ennui.
Pinpoints of rain fall.
Sharp, cold, wet. Relentless in
their aim, straight at me.
We waited for snow
Instead only rain. Cold, wet
Abysmal weather
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Some days are better
Than others. Just like weather,
Sad days pass away.
Soft and sweet, light, green
Hyacinth scents fill the room
Countering gray fog
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Wet, gray, gloomy, dull
Unfit skies for my birthday.
Must brighten the day.
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Cold rain, heavy drops
Hit and splatter on metal blinds
Gloom pervades today
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A touch of spring in
Strangely warm air, gentle breezes
Too mild, too early.