Gray, shadowy and rolling like an old gown,

Raining and drizzling,

Hiding the sun within her folds. 

And then again tomorrow. 

And tomorrow.

And the next day too. 

But then, the train is swept away,

And the gray parts,

And what was hidden shines on all below.

Maybe for a minute or hour or a whole happy day.

A moment long enough to warm a face and heart,

And remind them of the goodness beyond the heavy clouds.