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

There will never be a reason.