o nameless day

drizzle on the leaves april seems so dark
after bright march and cool replaces warm
the season's strangeness has become the norm
uncertainty is always nature's mark
the world's raw jungle not a tidy park
we look upon it and wonder at the form
that life has taken and we watch the storm
the power of weather is at its most stark
so dull the green and yet so very light
as drizzle falls replacing heavy rain
the day is long and we may see no sun
nor stars to dazzle us through the short night
sleep comes reluctant given our strong pain
but time continues it never will be done