If the eyes are windows to the soul
and all I see is rain,
then every thought becomes
a puddle shallow in depth
and deep in malaise.

Soaked in solitude,
not even the birds
offer their melody, drowned
by the rhythm of the gray.

Yet in spite of the turbid sky,
we hope —
knowing spring is here and
flowers are near and
the tilt of the earth will
command skies clear.

Primavera prances 
through her storm. 

You can find an animation that pairs with windows here on Instagram and a still shot in the Color Chaos Gallery here on WordPress.

Have a beautiful day!