Every time I look out the door
The sky is always gray.
The light of the sun is blocked out by the clouds,
Growing grayer and grayer day by day.
Thunder rolls
Then silence takes hold
As the rain begins to fall
Cold autumn wind whistling through the trees.
I look at the clouds,
See blue peek through,
Then fade to gray.
I shiver slightly
As the wind blows strong and mighty,
And I return to the warmth of my home.
From there I watch out the window as the cold weather blows on by,
And I wonder when
The wind will cease
And the autumn colors will win.