Grey

The city today is shrouded in grey clouds and rain. 

An outline of the skyline, barely visible from my apartment window. 

A line, dark mist runs across the sky.

Parallel to the ground.

Rains beats down on my window.

Entering from the skies at a slant.

The trees sway with the wind.

Their leafs and branches wrap around my building.

For protection?

I don't know.

Perhaps.

The world seems quiet today.

Only sweet music in my head.

And occasional car horns bleep outside my window.

Sway, sway, sway go the trees.

Grey, grey, grey day.

How fitting, it is.