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 Dear Mommy America Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: Re-Naming Rita Skeeter The N Word Inner Child The Great Gatsby Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Prove You\'re Human * 8 − three =