The thick grey sky
Reaches down
And wants to cuddle.
It wraps around me a chilling blanket that I,
Nor anyone else it seems,
Is able to shake off.
The thick dark sky
Sees our reluctance
And begins to cry his
Frozen tears.
The trees feel like being heroes
So they,
With their stiff hands to the sky,
Try to console him
And stop his crying--
To no avail.
His tears sting
When they fall onto my face.
They bite my slowly,
Acidic,
Eating away at my warmth.
He'll go on moaning and crying
While his attempts to befriend us are
Wildly rejected,
But really,
It's his own fault.
There's no one to blame
But himself.