A Murky Sky
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Raindrops splash against the glass,
with a pitter-patter sound.
The spring storm is slow to pass
and rain saturates the ground;
puddles form, and pools abound.
Thunder clouds, purple and gray,
roll across a murky sky.
And on this dank, gloomy day
dejected birds, will not fly;
hesitant to even try.
Shadows pool in silhouette,
draining colors starved of light.
Everything's soaking wet
giving the wind its sharp bite,
while a sad sun slinks from sight.
I struggle to shake the blues
or keep the doldrums at bay.
For my melancholy muse
is not in the mood to play,
on this wet, depressing day.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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