Roadside view from my top storey window

Dismal day,
Dull and cloudy,
tearful drops of rain
stream down the pane.
Today,
regretably there'll be
no time for play.
Dreary buildings
moist and cold outside
lie in wait,
while antlike forms
under black and coloured shields
vie desperate to reach home
weaving their way
through gathering crowds.
Some get wet,
Others hide under makeshift shelters
a few confused
whilst simply lost in thought.
Their lateness is certain
And yet!
As time passes,
so does the cloud.
the view does clear,
down there and here.