It looks like rain again.
The sky looked full of waterfalls.
The clouds were looking heavy.
Hanging suspended.
Not far from the ground.

For now the mists are swirling merrily.
They're dancing on the hillocks.
The day may be forged of sunshine,
when the clocks have tripped and clicked.
By lunchtime plotting yay or nay.
Chances of a springtime day.
(C) LIVVI