Roger Singer

A blue sky yielded to layers of

Ivory clouds.  Flat and useless the

Heavy air absorbed sounds; the pleasure

Of the afternoon was washed away.

Newspapers lost their crispness.  Words

fainted between people due to

dullness in the air.  Birds halted flights,

retreating to thin curtains of shade.

There is a memory of times like this.

The experience fails to prepare us for the

next day or night when weather fails to charm.