Cloudy Sky Poem by Setareh Aghili

A layer of grey clouds covers the sky.
The environment has become a monochromatic patchwork of haze, as if the colour had been drained from the globe.

Clouds move and roil and churn in the sky.
A symphony of forms in counterpoint, the wind providing a gentle refrain.
The first raindrops are leaving their mark.

There's a haze in the air, like the planet has been put up for auction, and all that's left is the grey.
The day is marked by a gloomy atmosphere.

Nonetheless, I'm able to relax as I see the clouds unload their water on the planet, bringing about a cycle of constant rebirth.

And there is elegance in the placement of clouds even in a cloudy sky.
Despite the gloom of the present, a better day may always be imagined.

Even while the sky may be gloomy today, tomorrow will bring a new day, so let the clouds hide the sun if they must.