Grey Days

He craves dreary days filled with grey, 

but I abhor the rain. 

The days spent hidden from the sky 

are tragic in my mind. 

All colors drained from daily life, 

for beauty melts in rain. 

Unconvinced he, denies my claims, 

he needs these days. 

Only lack of light lets people hope 

to see the sun return. 

This is why he adores grey days, 

still I abhor the rain.