Monday Monday

It's a grey and green monday morning
In a glassy green and steel cityscape
Of wobbly floating reflections
Of the grey sky.

The rain floats down
There is no wind blowing
It drizzles onto the black tar
Onto the black streets and paths
The women are dressed in black
The men are dressed in black
All under a floating sea
Of black umbrellas
(Occasional red or yellow ones
mark the optimists I suppose).

Its been like this for days and days
And I'm tired of it
All the wet, cold, green and glassy blackness
Of this grey and green monday morning.

Postscript: The weather did improve - as it always does!
And yes, not only was the weather bad, but it symbolised my mood for a range of reasons.
But is the weather a cause or just co-incidental?!