Gray, Dingy Day Gray, dingy day. Rain, Fog, Grunge-encrusted snow. And yet… Rain drops sparkle On black tree branches. Fir trees glow In the distance. It’s always there. Others are Reading Return of a Lost Soul Voice in the Wilderness Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: Maker’s Mark In Boxers on a Tuesday Night in the Dark Rhyming Words with “Venus” The Treat’s Gotta Growl! Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * − two = 7