rain weeps down the window pane
and the circular bedroom light
is poor compensation for the sun.
The gale whistles a sinister song,
he feels claustrophobic trapped in the room,
too much time to contemplate thoughts of gloom.
A cloud like a giant soaking duvet
had stretched from east to west
but then sinks onto the horizon
allowing moon and stars to bless the night
so he wanders into the fresh air,
breathes deeply with his problems flying high
to the bleak clouds...which once menaced the sky.