The weather’s fine today,
partly cloudy with a chance of rain—
there’s always a chance of rain.
Yesterday was overcast,
grey clouds and white fog,
mist coated all my words,
before that it rained all day,
an endless downpour leaking through my roof
but even that was better than the wind
that raged and stormed and blew my fence down.
It seems days now since I saw the sun:
slipping weak tendrils out from behind clouds,
slowly gathering strength to leap into the sky and shine
before slipping back beneath a cloud to rest.