GRAY RAIN

Hello, rain.

You soak the world with your damp, gray haze.

You challenge me to pull something

worthwhile from your hidden hand.

I can see that which I want.

But am I brave enough to take it?

Somewhere on the blue planet, there is summer.

Somewhere, there is snow.

Here today, there is wet, wet, wet!

The minutes tick by as raindrops drum my window.

My coffee is cold.

My attempts to will the Mr. Coffee

 to brew a new pot have failed.

The phone startles me.

Daydreams of sunshine do not change the gray.  

 

 

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