The clouds they overcast the sky,

reflecting my dire mood,

casting a shadow on my life,

causing me to feel low and saddened.

The trees hang their branches low and wide,

shades of grey, and brown, and dark green

filter through the heavy mist,

dampening not only the earth but also my mood.

No birds sing, the wind blows not,

the ground is saturated with water still,

and the sky is overcast and grey,

on this dire, damp, depressing Sunday.