Rainy Day

She knew the sound,
The familiar melody,
Of the pitter-patter of droplets against
Her bedroom window,
Blurred by the fog
And the tears of the sky.
Glancing upward,
She saw nothing but gray,
The coldness of the air,
No longer phased her.

The balls of fluff above
Moved slowly,
In rhythm with the wind,
Portraying her mood
Of depression;
She sighed,
Clouds of vapor
Formed in the frigid air.

Cold,
Foggy,
The scenery;
Her vision,
Seemed forever misted.
A dark, damp feeling,
Was what the day insisted.