grey skies

i spy 
with my little eye,
something that is blue...

could it be a trash can?
could it be the rim
of a trampalin?
or maybe
it's the last patch 
of blue sky left?

it would seem,
that it can't be sky,
for it is grey,
and dark.

the sun seems
non-exsistent when
weather is like this

what a beautiful day.
but a terrible reminder.

a reminder
of how life cycles
rain falls down
to be washed away,
into a stream of others,
like me.

where are the differences?
nowhere.  how perfect.
but the sun comes out,
taking me away from 
the others like me.

it takes me from a place
where i want to be
when i rise through the sky,
i am alone,
by myself.

when i collect in the clouds,
i collect with new people
and begin anew.
it rains again,
the cycle reached rebirth.

what a horrible reminder,
of an awful life.
i long for the rainy days;
to be with the grey skies

i don't want to see blue skies,
a warning of the sun
of a downfall for me.

you wish for the sun,
don't you?
do rainy days
depress you?

may the grey skies remain!
now, i know that
sounds selfish,
but how many
sunny days are there
compared to rainy ones?

you've had your fun.
let me have the spotlight.
share. don't be selfish.

i spy,
with my little eye,
something grey...
something cold and windy...
something wet...
can you guess what it is?

---mindie bolce