Bad Weather

I had said that my blogging about London would begin through a change of perceptions. Apparently, they got changed enough not to be reflected in my writings. Nearly a month I have spent here now.

I began with the sun and now I have not but shade.
And I still wonder whether this be a fair trade.
Of life as it were, and life that is now,
Of all the feelings I had, mixed, bad and plain sad,
Now most seem passé.
God doesn’t speak to me anymore.
And there is no sun, just the rain.
It simply doesn’t stop raining.

Bad weather. Bad mood. And an equally bad poem (if one can call it that!). I had given up on two things once; well three to be exact! But two of them haunt me still. And they haunt me bad.