I don’t like gloomy weather,
it makes me feel so blue!
Dark clouds – light as a feather –
just drift and drift on through.
I longed for blues and lounge,
but winds played heavy rock.
I looked for peace, I scrounged –
the sky just laughed and mocked.
It poured in sheets of water.
It rained like cats and dogs.
When I began to totter,
it wrapped me up in fog.
I raised my small umbrella,
as if it could protect,
while spring sang a cappella—
or so I would expect.
I don’t like gloomy people,
I’ll shake this somber mood.
Oh spring, please play your fiddle—
you know you really should!
29.03.26
Gloomy
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