Deep steel gray is the sky.
The sun exists, but there is little evidence today.
The heavy clouds pass over, trying to rain
But the rain does not come.
The wind howls and pushes the trees and brush around,
But nothing human moves.

Out the window my gaze,
Chin propped on the bookshelf.
Looking for a sign,
A message,
A hope,
A ray of sunshine.

Just a twinkle.
Just a hint, a tease.
Then more gray sky,
More clouds,
More wind, yet
More silent stillness.

Perhaps the morrow,
Will break the clouds,
Will clear the sky,
Will provide a message.
Perhaps the morrow
Brings a side of sunshine.