Her forecast appears stormy
horizon line is dim
with fog hanging so low
prospect of sunshine-slim.
Outside the sun may be
but inside its not the case.
It fades into a darkness
gone without a trace.
Weather beaten and weary
she slowly draws down her shade
hiding in the shadows
she feels alone and afraid.
Misty eyed, she stares out
so aware of her pain
on days such as this-
she's cloudy with a chance of rain.