another day with skies of gray
mist envelopes all
low spots and hilltops, too
rain pours, or drizzles, or hangs in the air
no breaks for the sun
outlooks dim
joints ache, hearts break
moss is spreading on the bricks now
soon it will be hanging off us, too
mold and mildew creep in
thick clouds
blanketing the sky
wind arrives to blow and sweep and howl
blurred images out the window
and also in our minds
but tomorrow, the promise…
the sun will return
warming and waking the sodden ground
clean clear air for our lungs
hopes for a brighter day
fireflytrails 
I’m not sure where you live, but you have captured NC perfectly in this poem! I am so tired of rain! We have had more rain this year than any year I can remember, and it is so time for the sun. I appreciate the hopeful change in tone at the end, but your second stanza really resonated with me (maybe because it’s how I am feeling– mossy and mildew-y)!
Hello from soggy Tennessee. I think it is wet all over.
Update – we have been enjoying some beautiful, WARM, sunny days. Hope you have been as well Thank you for reading fireflytrails.
Just walked out of the movie into a cold rain… at least it is better than snow!
Since we hardly ever have snow here any more, it is always exciting when it comes. And since it never lasts long, I don’t dread the hardships of a big snowstorm. But a cold rain – ugh – makes me ache just thinking of it. Hope you have had some of the same days we have enjoyed recently – warm and sunny! Thank you (yes, again!) for reading fireflytrails.
You did a great job of capturing the setting and your feelings. As they say – the sun’ll come out tomorrow!
And we have had some sun recently. Such a delight! Hope you have, too. Thank you for reading fireflytrails.
I love your poem. I always find the rain inspirational. I may just be writing about it tomorrow because it is heading my way!
Rain is so necessary but I would never choose a wet day over a sunny one. Thanks to your words, the next cloudy day we have, I am going to look for the same inspiration you find in the rain. Thank you for reading fireflytrails.
Your poem makes me smile as it reminds me of home on the other side of the planet – thought they can seem to get the snow to stop, which is highly unusual. Living in the land of nearly perpetual sun takes some getting used to. Thanks for the drips.
I am thankful for our seasons here, and I can only imagine the land of perpetual sun. I am sure it does take some time to get used to that, as beautiful as it sounds. Thank you for reading fireflytrails.