Drenched

The manor’s grounds spread far and wide
The hedges are left untrimmed
The flowers have wilted and died
And the layer of mist was thin.

The windows are dull and glazed
The doors all barricaded shut
The ashes from the past blaze
Lay upon the wood from the ol' hut

The house reaches high above the ground
The sky all stained in black
The rain has left the world to drown
Though the sun is now back

Even with the light of day
This place is still drenched in gloom
The setting is in all tones of grey
Waiting for the right time to bloom