Gloomy

I love the winter weather's gloom
The refreshing air of cooler days
Cold and damp as an ancient tomb

The sun has gone, its meal consumed
During the scorching summer days
I love the winter weather's gloom

Clouds arrive in boundless zooms
Like an eager crowd of runaways
Cold and damp as an ancient tomb

Even though no flowers bloom
And few birds chirp their songs of praise
I love the winter weather's gloom

Like a deadly plague, moisture looms
Gray grass always shining, glazed
Cold and damp as an ancient tomb

My heart is at rest in its frozen womb
The haven crafted in misty haze
I love the winter weather's gloom
Cold and damp as an ancient tomb