Sitting on the train staring at the grey landscape... it seems like it has rained every day for a long time. A few thoughts...
A thought in the gloom
The dull grey scenery shuffling by
A leaden procession of gloom outside
As the rain slowly falls and smothers the land
With its incessantly miserable hand
Winter drifts by and nary a cry
We look stoically forward with a silent sigh
With resignation, we wish and wait
For spring to arrive with undue haste
What purpose now is served by the cold
Making us creak and feel so old
Perhaps a much needed brief respite
Ere the world once more does spring to life
If everything happened at once perhaps
The cycle of life would soon collapse
So now we wait, the days we abide
Till spring doth arrive in it's own good time
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