OVERCAST

It's the ninth gray day in June,
and I couldn't ask for anything better;
I wouldn't, anyway.
Last night I dreamt
that it was the third day of school.
I had forgotten where my locker was,
but I woke up
and looked to a dark sky,
bounded by those clouds.
I went out for the paper
and the air was wet.
The water pricked
and tickled at my arms.
The parking lot was empty.
And there was a dreary ceiling everywhere.
It made the other shadows useless
and made people shiver who weren't cold.
I smiled on the ninth gray day in June.