gray

The winter rain is here.
I brace myself for the inner turmoil,
for the ache that will compound
and weigh heavy
on each day.
The months will pass slowly,
the days even slower.
The voices will gain strength,
as they always do,
and coax me closer to the edge.

Thy fate is the common fate of all;
Into each life some rain must fall,
some days be dark and dreary.
-Henry Wadsworth
Longfellow