There’s just something magical about a gloomy day

August rains shuffle in the first hints of fall. 

Mystical, magical purple clouds roll through

Bringing down a cleansing rain,

Sending us all inside.

Forcing a pause in activity

Time to relax, to reflect, to refine.

Emotions roil and send us spiraling

Until we level out to a potent gloom.

From this quiet melancholy wisdom flows - 

Showing us where to delve deeper,

Where to accept defeat,

Where to let life flow.

There is something cozy about

This moody existence

that will not last forever.