The air is damp and my body's aching
The sky, a grey and colourless wash
That softens everything
With a touch
Of I can't see so well
Through my human eye
As I watch the raindrops
Paint momentary images
Soon to pass
On the windowpanes
Of my reality
And so I take
A couple Advil
And some sinus meds
And reflect of what the weather
Has been saying
As the cold deep snows
Begin to melt away
Beneath the soft caress
Of it's gentler self
And I smile happily
As I remember
That this grey curtain
Will soon rise
Revealing Summer
As she calls on us
To keep the promises
We we made
When the nights grew long
And we feared, perhaps
That this time
She didn't want to wake
She didn't want to make
Her way back home
To care for the children
Who had forgotten
The meaning of Gratitude
And so while my body aches
And my joints
Twinge loudly in response
I am thankful
That it means
She hasn't
Given up on us
And that we have
Another chance
To show
How much
We care for her
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