The season of the clouds
Weighing heavy upon us
Dark grey bursting into tears
Venting over travelers.
Moods with every season’s name
Unlike the frantic rains
Emotions felt are different
With more or less complains.
Like the dreamers at their windows
Look upon those droplets falling
Beloved’s photo on their touchscreens
Romancing every lover’s calling.
When daylight brightens void the sun
Sounds of shower pour outside
Prolonging snooze remains a wish
But work comes calling to abide.
The depressed out here enact their part
These rains it seems rules their heart
Their pain arises in flowing streams
To foreign lands they depart.
Umbrellas, rain coats, rubber boots
To cover us warm this season
But our love for dancing wet