(Written by ChatGPT; title, design, & editing by N.W.)

The sky is dark and dreary,
Rain patters on the pane,
I nestle in my chair,
As the hours drift away.

The world is gray and still,
No birds sing on trees.
I curl up in my bed,
Dreaming of sunnier days.

Air heavy with fog,
Streets empty and cold,
I sit by the heater,
And look at the outside gloom,
As my worries grow old.