Juan Olivarez - Grey Clouds

A cold wind is blowing through,
With grey clouds overhead.
There just is not one speck of blue,
Wish I had stayed in bed.

And now to really get my goat,
The rain starts coming down.
At least I have my nice warm coat,
That keeps me snug and sound.

The grey clouds are hurrying by,
As the north wind steadily blows.
Rolling through the autumn skies,
Where they're going no one knows.

11/14/10 Alton Texas

Juan Olivarez

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