Sitting here, gazing out the window.
Watching the rain falling down.
The sky is dark and gray.
People outside are running  here and there.
People running from here going there, or,
People running from there coming here.
People of all shapes and sizes scurrying.
Like ants at a picnic.
The rain is heavy, I'm hoping it will fill the  void.
It's a gray day.
Lending its color to my mood.
Putting people in a gray mood.
Putting lives into gray moods.
Putting days in a gray mood.
We allow ourselves to be 'suaded by the weather.
Don't we see the weather is OUTSIDE?
The Human soul resides within.
Sheltered from assailants,
By the human body.
Don't allow that which is WITHOUT,
To migrate WITHIN.
For if you do,
You give your sanity over to insanity.
THAT will become your new master.
RATHER than calm serenity, your true norm.