On Days Like This

On days like this when I’m doused in grey and I fear I’ll not see the sun; I wish I could just secret myself away until this dreary day be done. Even the lake somehow seems sad at this day’s imperfection. I sit her disappointed and mad for the lake has lost all its reflection. No mountain top can be seen through the cloud, there’s only a lone Sea gull high on the wing. Today I do not know what will be allowed, It is a most worrisome and troubling thing. I sit here waiting for Heaven’s down pouring With no hope of seeing the sun; Off in the distance thunder is roaring, Oh why can’t this dreary day be done? All suddenly, a patch of blue pries open the sky, then there’s a hint of blue peaking through. I close my eyes and thankfully sigh as the ceiling above me turns all blue. Tonight heaven displays her sequined gown, All my uncertainties have been erased. Every star in heaven is shining down, and each one my joyous eyes have traced. A full moon arc across the shimmering night and it sets my wondering mind to yearning. It truly is a spectacular and glorious sight to witness it in its constant turning. I rise and bid farewell to today’s display, I am truly a happy and contented soul. Tomorrow I will not question the day, I will sit, and once again play my role.