Today has been a gloomy sort of day.
The sky was overcast creating a grey, sullen landscape.
Clouds rolled over the mountains from the east, threatening to storm.
I really, really hope it will.
Rain or even snow would be nice.
I like it when it storms.
I want to curl up with a good book,
or lay under a make shift tent of blankets with the kids
as we listen to the percussion on our windowpanes.
But when it is just gray and overcast
I feel glum, moody, heavy.
All my creative juices are gone,
smothered in a thick fog.
The sky was overcast creating a grey, sullen landscape.
Clouds rolled over the mountains from the east, threatening to storm.
I really, really hope it will.
Rain or even snow would be nice.
I like it when it storms.
I want to curl up with a good book,
or lay under a make shift tent of blankets with the kids
as we listen to the percussion on our windowpanes.
But when it is just gray and overcast
I feel glum, moody, heavy.
All my creative juices are gone,
smothered in a thick fog.
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