Portia in the Morning

The greyness of skies doesn’t bother me much
I feel less pressure to be joyful.
The bluer it is, the fairer the day
As clear as justice, so they say.
For myself, a hidden sun is such
An undeserved, blessed trifle.
A little rain is better yet, it drops
Like mercy, I’ve heard it said.

 

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