Gray seeps through windows and walls
On this April day, wet and cold.
Stone-colored clouds blot the sky,
Puddles pooling on roadsides.
Eagerly arriving to warmth and coffee
While friends ask, “Heavy traffic?”
After a morning of edits and sense of completion,
I must face the drip-droppy roads once again.
Plunk, plink, drizzle, drizzle…
Rainy day song,
Rainy day blues.