The Dripping Fog

A moody day, a big sulk.
Incessant, creeping rain,
the droplets slightly shy of
light, yet constant and sneakily
penetrating laying down a slick
dark shine on every surface
and all living things.
Not a pretty day by 
any means; dripplingly mean.
And the thing of it is
we groped about in the dark
to reach that conclusion, at
morning, midday and dusk;
a dense, pervasive fog greyed
the atmosphere, a perfectly
unsplendid creation of nature's
typically unmeasured devising.