Everything seems worse
When its covered in a grey haze
Even when the spikes of evergreen trees glisten
And the typically dull roads shine

When grey clouds shield the stars and the moon
Only artificial light dares seep through your open window
Along with the clean smell of heavy downpour
It seems as if only you are aware

Perhaps, you think, it will never end
The rain, as if ice, frozen in time
Fog shielding you from the light
Forever prohibited from basking in its beauty and splendor

But then, the noises soften
An experience you never dared hope fore
The generous sun rises once again
Cautiously optimistic, you follow the light

You dare step out the open window
Into the grey haze, into the smell of rain
Lightening and thunder crashes and booms above
But you no longer fear it