Grey

I'm happy when the sky is grey.

When it's iced over, 

and all the clouds are there, 

yet shyly melded into one another, 

because like I, 

the sky is also sad. 

And it's calm. 

Before the sky opens up 

and the rain falls like tears

and the wind blows through the hole in my soul. 

But for once I feel something:

cold.