Ode to Cold, Gray Days

Cold, gray, rainy day:

This is less of an ode, and more of a complaint.

I wish that there was a Bureau of Weather Affairs

Which controlled the weather of every day

So that I could lodge a complaint

And days like you would go away.

It is drizzling and gray, the outlook is bleak

And it's only 9 degrees Celsius (or 48.2 degrees Fahrenheit, for Americans.)

You are the reason that I considered writing a post,

Then decided against it, since it would take too much effort,

And instead wrote a post about not wanting to write a post.

You have turned me into the height of mediocrity.

Curse your motivation-draining capabilities!

My only solace is in fuzzy socks,

And the fact that I don't have to go outside again today.