Hanging there in the sky,
Not dark enough,
the sun hiding shy,
rain possibly above.

In springtime, cold,
we long for the warm,
winter has gone old,
the clouds no charme,

A barrier against light,
saddens the mood,
uniform grey sight,
better to be sheltered good,

Brewing up a tea,
activate the heater,
outside, nothing to see,
with a hoody cosy and neater,

A book or a poem to read,
a new computer game,
the mind freed,
at those days not a shame,

Grey cloud days,
days for cozy time,
in so many ways,
a shared glas of wine,

A beauty treatment,
time for oneself,
a one-shot DnD event,
or the one book on the shelf,

that you wanted to read,
when there is time to do,
at your own speed,
and I think it is true,

such days are a gift,
as unjudged we dare,
outside everyday shift,
for ourself to care,