A Grey Morning

When I woke up today, the morning looked grey, it felt grey without the brilliant beams of sunlight that greeted my eyes everyday. The ground was wet from the rain last night. It wasn't a heavy rain, but enough to soak the earth, and bathe the trees after many days without rain. The trees looked fresh, their leaves vibrantly green in the grey morning after their shower. Traces of rainwater still clung to the leaves. The air was cool last night, unlike the previous nights were the air was humid from the heat during the day. The moon was veiled by dark clouds when I look at the sky last night. Grey clouds blocked the moonlight from reaching the Earth. The night felt melancholic without the light of the moon in sight, and without you, beside me. I slept, feeling the coldness of the night as the rain started falling, in staccato drips that lulled me to sleep. I woke up to the bites of mosquitoes on my feet and opened my eyes to see darkness around my room. The lights were gone for hours that made the mosquitoes came out from their hiding place. It was dawn already, but the sun did not give a sign of rising from its throne today. I went out and felt the chill of the early morning air on my skin. The sky was misty that made the ambience of the morning dark and grey.