Confused sky

The sky is a mix of grey and blue
Uncertain if it wants to rain or shine
Gusts of wind confuse you

Tree limbs quiver and tap against windows
But the curtains remain drawn
Flowers lean in the direction the wind choose

Light escapes, shining from the sky
The sun is decieving
I shiver as I stare at the eyes

Voices in the wind are carried away
Words, ignored by the listener
The sky, a mix of blue and grey