Shades of Gray

It is my firm beleif
that happiness can be measured
by different shades of gray,
ranging from one extremity to the other;

from the starkest
ravaging
stormy
cloudy
afternoon of tempest

to the clear
nearly
opaque
film

as the distant reminisce
of a sunny day.

Please forgive
my inability
-unwillingness-
to see happiness as
a palette of
bright
vivid
pastelike
paint.

I do not believe
I could measure happiness
using the colours
of your
perfectly normal
averagely boring
rainbow.

(which always asks for rain
in exchange for its
magnificent
charming
precious
glimpse
of an appearence)

I'd rather have myself a storm!