Pouring Rain

Rain brings a dark and dismal day,
making everything cold, damp, grey.
The sun and stars all fail to shine,
dark sombre clouds they hide behind.
Wind drives the rain against the panes
then turns, and beats it back again,
with cold wet hands and rain drenched feet
all quickly pass along the street.
None stop to stand or stare
but with a sad dejected air
give comment on the rain soaked day,
just hoping it will pass away.
But then each feels a lighter heart
on reaching home, draws to the hearth,
enjoying the fire blazing there,
sits snug and warm in favourite chairs.