Sodden

The birds woke up late this morning.

They have just begun to sing.

Slowly, the day is beginning to brighten.

Occasionally, a glimmer of sunshine 

breaks through the blanketed sky.

I’m quieter and more introspective on sodden mornings.

I have a choice to live out as I go through my day. 

Will I be an oppressive cloud bank, 

a wispy cloud that filters the light, 

or a beam of sunshine that cuts through the drizzle?