A cloudy day...............

The morning misses the dawn,
the beautiful colours, orange and crimson.

But it's helpless for the day has to go on
the sun never stops but moves on.

Still it finds a ray of hope as consolation
if not the dawn it'll find the colours in the setting sun.

The day moves on and the wait goes on
thinking of the evening with so much of pain.

For the night ll be so long
and so dark without the memories of the dying sun.

But who knew the silver clouds can even hide the bright sun
getting darker and denser but not a drop of rain.

None can blame the clouds or the hurrying sun
for the sun forms the clouds and the clouds rain.

But the days are cloudy and I've to miss both the rain and the sunshine
and there are nights but evenings and mornings but dawns.