22 May 2012
A sense of gloom hangs in the sky,
Tainting the mood of the day.
I look at those who pass me by,
They all have nothing to say.
I push myself to say 'hello',
But it just falls upon deaf ears.
Until the sun breaks through, it glows.
Then every single one of them hears.
They reply cheerfully back,
Or some just smile and nod.
Maybe it was just happiness they lacked.
The weathers powers can be so odd.
Mood • Opuss № I