A Murky Sky
Raindrops splash against the glass,
with a pitter-patter sound.
And the storm is slow to pass
while the rain pummels the ground
where muddy puddles abound.
Thunder clouds, purple and gray,
roll across a murky sky.
And on this dank, dreary day,
dejected birds, will not fly:
hesitant to even try.
Shadows pool in silhouette,
shading colors starved of light.
And everything is all wet:
giving the wind its sharp bite,
as a sad sun slinks from sight.
I struggle to shake the blues
and keep the doldrums at bay.
For my melancholy muse
is not in the mood to play:
on such a depressing day.
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