The day that was before,
With a sky that was blue
And a sun that was hot,
Has changed to the day that is now,
With a sky that is grey
And an air that is damp.
The view from atop the high places is fogged.
There is nothing for the eye to take in
Except the thick mist and the shadows of black trees
That escapes the mouths of the choking clouds.
This sight may seem to many dreary and lonesome,
But really, it is beautiful.
The mist and the ghostly trees
Breathe mystery and secrecy,
You have only to whisper a secret and
The mist will keep it.
Rain has finally fallen on the land that was dry
Like the throat of hot summer.
Now everything is wet,
And all the trees’ dry throats relieved.