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 “African Rain” My Grandpa West Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: Longing for Mayberry: Life In a Small Town Idle Soup Remember Me Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published.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 = 4