Gray Skies Poem by Belinda Richmond

The skies are gray,
these are clouds of gloom
should the Sun break through,
I hope that real soon,
the gray clouds linger,
They might produce rain,
It's cloudy and dark,
The dreariness remains,
It's cold, dull, and overcast,
they have stayed for a while
Let's hope it won't last
An Gloomy morning,
A murky kind of day,
I wish the Sun would shine,
and Clear these clouds of gray! ! !


B.R.
Date: 09/16/2023