Once there was a sun that burned merrily in the sky
If only by occluded visage.
Once there were stars that whispered angel’s names
If only in distant memory.
Wet, sopping, nagging clouds
Laden with dismal gray
Are all that greet the new day.
I don’t know about anyone else, but here in Missouri, I feel like I haven’t seen the sun in weeks…c’est la vie.