it's raining
a dull day
damp mists
cloak the valleys,
the sodden percussion
of raindrops,
rivulets meandering
across the sandstone flagging.
My mind is full of disquiet,
a mood to match the weather.
I am spending the day withdrawn
from view,
treasuring the moments of solitude
in between the conversations
that draw me back into the light.
Were it sunny, would I feel different
or is this the continuation of my sad malaise?
Soon I will be drawn back into the real world
of people, smiles and laughter.
How I wish I could join them.
I will play the part that I must
until I can be caught away again,
surrendering to this heaviness
desperate for a ray of light.