Today was a cold day,
Sky filled with clouds,
The colour of grey,
Very little sun rays,
Everybody is indoors,
The streets are empty,
The sea is grumpy,
Upon the town,
Hangs a sense of melancholy,
The cold ****** the skin,
The grey empty roads feel eerie,
The scent of rain,
Is in the air,
Within my heart is a pain,
At peace is my brain,
Silence is what I gain,
Everything has a touch of,
Dark grey, blue paint,
Into the silence I roar,
And with pride I stand,
The clouds part and flies down light,
The golden of ichor,
The scent of petrichor fades,
And sunlight shines like the golden of a lion's mane.