gray

A gray, shadowed morning. Wind gusting, rain blaring above and beyond my avoiding thoughts. This consuming role of pelting drops, disturbs the path I wish to begin. Wanting to avoid the damning way. I begin my ending of mental drought, racing with a genial wave, I begin. It is then, only with the brisk of a smile. That the rain ceases to dominate, the moment starts, warmth defeats the cool disturbing, and the coffee grabs.