Clouds have formed in the distance,
Morning time is here again,
On the far horizon,
There's a reddish hue,
And the weatherman says,
Rain, and more rain!
I look from my window,
The sky nearly grey,
The last of the blue,
Has drifted away,
What shall I do on this dark dismal day?
I'll write some poems,
Over a nice coffee brewed,
That will help,
To shake off the blues.
And then when I've finished,
I'll sit back and sigh,
Feeling contentment,
Just watching the world go by.
Jayne Louise Davies
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