As I peer out of my bedroom window,
the dreariest of days emerges.
While making its less than humble acquaintance,
it casts a broad shadow across my expectant forehead.
No glimmer of sunshine anywhere to be found,
yet I make my acquaintance anyway.
Endless overcast clouds ~ Where could the sun be hiding?
Maybe at rest, as it has a lot of shining to do,
and many expectant foreheads to cast its rays upon.
The looming clouds have made their heavy presence known,
they will indeed, be here for a while.
By Sylvia Porter-Hall