Forecast

Grey clouds circle, or they seem to do,
Which should depress me, but it's February
And grey clouds won't do more than rain on you
While circling, for all it might seem scary,
Means somewhere up there must be some blue sky.
The sun may not be visible, but so?
Unless the physics I was taught's a lie,
I can trust it will persist to glow
Without my checking in. The day is dim,
And will, I must expect, be damp as well,
But dark and wet alone won't make it grim.
Only I do that. And I can tell
This has the makings of a better day
For all the clouds above are dressed in grey.