Achromatic

There's abandonment in an all day rain  
when humans surrender to the grey skies  
and sit to listen to the gutters drain  
and juncos by birdbath freely baptize  
with waddle-some mourning doves attending  
and squirrels contributing drenched fur grey  
for a somber wild kingdom blending  
of rodent fleece and bird feather display  
and raindrops hanging to refract the air,  
sullenly, and to showcase maple bark,  
now winter bare for its grey to compare  
the melancholy monotones so stark  
that when the crows announce their arrival  
I think it all a gothic revival.