A Cold and Dreary Day

The sound of gentle rain
Seeps into my consciousness
As I awaken
Moments before the alarm.

A sense of dreariness,
Much like the promised day,
Permeates
My still-tired body.

The routine of shower,
Breakfast, shave and dress
Does little
To break the spell of weariness.

The mist is too light for continuous
Yet, too much for intermittent
Settings
On my windshield wipers.

The sound of tires
On wet pavement
Is monotonous
As I make my way to work.

The office is quiet.
The conversations muted.
It is wet
And cold outside.

My desire is elsewhere,
And it calls to me
In silence,
Adding to the moodiness

That marks my path today......