Era of Grey Feelings

Era of Grey Feelings

Mid october-- the groggy days

The rain pours down onto the rooftops

The endless pitter patters creates rippling illusions

The air holds heavy over the earth

The weight of life seems to flood the atmosphere

Looking up for signs of light, of hope

The sky is grey, there are none

Grey.

Not black, nor white

Life surrenders to the rain

The power is given to the falling droplets

The world is constrained to this force

Why is that so?

Why does joy die when the clouds cry out?

Why do the tears of nature feed our sadness?

This ends now.

Grey is good.

The rainbow will come, after the rain.