I awoke to grey skies this morn,
lingering stiffness is my bane.
Aged, frail, my emotions forlorn
raindrops crescendo off the pane.

Winters seem to linger longer
with gentle rains tapping refrain
wanting sunlight brighter, stronger
raindrops crescendo off the pane.

The little wren with feathers wet
sits with rain cleansing his domain
flitting his wings to shake away
raindrops, crescendo off the pane.

The morning hours pass, still I plea
to let the sun's rays dance again.
Asking the wren to please, agree!
raindrops crescendo off the pane.