When the clouds disperse
There will be sunshine once again
When the seeding of the skies
Comes to a screeching halt
Autumn’s majesty, heavenly glory
Will placate the denizens.
Dreaded gray skies fill our days.
October started off this way
It has lasted days-
Maybe even weeks.
Should the season appear this way?
Evil men manipulating the skies
Scaring off the sun’s rays.