The Untimely Seattle Rain

Heavy leaves due to the water's drip

Soggy wet is the land

The city wears a blanket of grey

Where did the sun go, I don't understand.

The clouds on the mountains prey

Daylight appears very dim

The rain comes down singing a tune

The wind roars on its whim

The window panes look washed out

Puddles form everywhere

The cold rattles my bones and teeth

Rain in June, is this really fair? 

I crave for the yellow, summer sun

To bask in its comforting glory

The brilliant sun does peek out sometimes

But that's another story!