The strong winds blow in
Sweeps out again
Finally the air is cleansed
The clouds are partly grey
And partly white
The sun nowhere in sight
Not a drop of rain
Today is dry
Surely the flowers will survive
The birds are quiet today
No chirping sounds
The day sadder for it
Today is a work day
Confined to desk
Fridays to Monday are best
One thing I cannot do. Of course I never tried.