Rainy days come with doubt
will life be colorful and sunny
like in the good old days?
I sense the gloom of Fall
that I miss so dearly
not as a bitter memory
but as a dream once I lived in.
But this is a distinct season
whose gloom I hate to feel
and I don’t invite
but it creeps back to enlive.
Life goes on.
Perhaps the feeling is temporary
until I see the beauty of the drizzling water
and my soul has made peace with dreams.