Gray Rain Poem by Barry Middleton

the gray rain fell
the sun was neither east nor west

the ashen glow of sky
hid the intentions of light

the wet leaves of trees
drooped like tired old men

the warbler found shelter
in the darker green of the oak

the rain fell and whispered
yet I could not hear the words

the Spanish moss hung lower
black beneath somber limbs

so it is with rainy days
withholding secret impulses

beyond the ken of birds or trees
beyond the sense of men