what i see

the water comes up from the warmest seas
the temperature's been rising the whole day
spring in the heart of winter seems to tease
we've naught to gain except a certain way
but focus and desire merge in the spray
a hoped-for ending would not be amiss
we've not seen a single encouraging ray
the rain falls down on our heads with a hiss

there's little wind today a lightish breeze
the shrubs outside move little hardly sway
nature seems afflicted with a bleak ease
the muting lack of colour or display
give us a feeling just as dull and grey
as when we're closing on on the abyss
a blending of our fear and our dismay
the rain falls down on our heads with a kiss

at least there's no chance now of a hard freeze
but that thought doesn't our dim mood allay
the rain's enough to make the hardy sneeze
and colour seems completely drained away
brightness and hope both appear to decay
and life itself's bereft of joy and bliss
still some attempt at pleasure we'll essay
the rain falls down on our heads with a hiss

prince who desired that the whole year were may
be not so harsh on our desires nor miss
that we reject the dullness and the gray
the rain falls down on our heads with a hiss