Winter gray

The morning clouds come racing in
large in size with their wide grins
but full of rain, thunder and streaks of light
the booming sounds that keep you up all night
And how can it be what was once a peaceful place
Now has people packing at an amazing race
Where will they go, to get away from the pounding
that during the summer would be so soothing and light sounding
For winter is here, the gray is all around
I do not hear the sea gulls chirping or making their repeatitive
calling sound
Waiting for sunlight, the warmth that I once knew
but I must wait until the coming of June gloom.

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