Drab

I notice on a day that's gray I also seem to dress that way. Without the sunshine to inspire, I tend to stick to drab attire. It doesn't make a lot of sense When clothing clearly complements An atmosphere of cloud and gloom, Allowing somberness to loom. On light and sunny weather days, I wear apparel that's ablaze With colors neon, bright or bold, A joy to wear and to behold. But if I stuck to the reverse Perhaps then I could intersperse Some happiness when skies are dull, By bringing color to the lull.