What season is this?
.. impossible,.. to know
dark clusters of cumulous
And nimbus and so…
The sky has a veil
off-white puff’s of gloom
Leaves the mood so sombre
On this colourless afternoon
Fifty shades of grey I count
In my sooty cityscape
From cloud, to tower, to sidewalk
All merging shades of slate
Frowning clouds furrow up
to relinquish what they hold
Greyer still, with grainy rain
The mood just wont unfold
But moods can’t last, or linger so
The light must always find a way
Bursting through a moments break
A ray, a beam, has found the day
Now colours fill the way ahead
A brand new disposition
Oh yes lets feel this summers days
Warming the human condition
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