Coloring beautiful

It's been raining all week.
This.  The first of June.
After a spring full of chilly.
And skies colored in gray.
Walking around still.
Tucked inside our fleeces.
Shivering.  Anticipating.

And much of life like that.

The wait.  And the.
Hope.
That things will change.
And get better.  

And yet days continue.
Full of chilly.

And gray.

Situations falling apart.
Expectations unfulfilled.
So often.

But.

I'm learning.

There is a certain beauty.

For a day in June.
Full of translucent sky.
And muted color.
With summer on pause.

And our lives.

Despite the longing.
For something more.

Filled full.
With gratitude.

For even days of gray.
And rain.  And what is.
Coloring beautiful.
Outside the lines.