Soggy Clouds

The desperation of someone trying to be significant.

The forest is subdued

The trees secrete a soggy mood

Spiders on a silky brood

Clouds casting blue-grey hues

I wish a pigeon cooed

Only the fish still jump and splash

Trying to catch a raindrop stash

Disappearing in a lightning flash

To leave my teeth to gnash

This afternoon's a time to fish

And catch a stash, I only wish

I could make a more thoughtful dish

before the rain destroys my ink

and washes out my thoughts to sink

and underfoot to squish