A Gray Day

by lynnkennison


I’ve come to appreciate

A gray day

Clouds hovering over

Patchy droplets

Washing the heat away


An excuse

To make soup

In the middle of July

 A reason

To grab an old book

I’ve already read twice


Walk the dogs

Between showers

No need to cover my head

Won’t have to wash

Mud-spattered paws

Forecast predicts

Getting soiled again


The storm cloud’s opus

Arranging gentle lullabies

Heavy eyelids

May rest

If the mood strikes


At some point

 The sun may revisit

Urging cloud covers to move

In the meantime  

I have learned to appreciate

A gray day

Or two