The day seems more like night. Today and all days the sun dims darker as if to say, you wish.
“You wish you could see the light I provide for the rest of the world. You wish you could reap the benefits of my nutrient-rich rays as you stand in the shadows of my clouds.”
You dip your knees into the mud of the earth and the rain. And you wish something would grow. But there is no sun my seedling. There is no sun.