Grey

On rainy dreary days
like this one.
The world is changed
to olive green.
Abattle grey sky
is a conopy of clouds.
I can feel the
sadness of it inside me.
The mist of tears
drowning my heart.
Is it to last for eternity
this grey mournful darkness?
Then a breeze
a movement in the sky.
The clouds change shape
africa, a bear, a lion
and move away.
Leaving a circle
of hope above.
Its blueness a harbinger
of what is to come.
And the new light
forms a ray of hope
that penetrates my mood
and warms my heart
with its joy.