Melanchalling...

It’s going to rain. I just know it.

I feel it in so many ways;

A flood of emotions,

A melancholy state;

Within and without.

A cloud is hovering:

I should have

I could have

I would have

What good are these now?

Mere residue that is washing away;

On my head,

In my head,

And the ground below my feet.

The spring foliage yearns for it

With their arms outstretched;

A thirst that must be quenched.

Their life depends on it.

I wish I could welcome the gray

With such eager anticipation,

But I don’t!

I wish I could

I wish it would

Disintegrate!

I love it when the sun breaks through

And light beckons the way,

But not today;

The clouds will have their say;

On my head,

In my head,

And the ground below my feet.

Go ahead, wash away yesterday!

A footprint

A regret

Make all the dirt a muddy clay;

Cleanse the smog filled skies;

Do your duty, gray!

Then pass on by, cause

The sun is on its way:

I can

I will

I hope

On my head,

In my head,

And the ground below my feet.

~Vaughn Wood 2013