Spring Aborted

After looking forward all week
To the predicted 50 Degree day
We were disappointed
With the cold damp fog of a day.
A steady mist kept us in for recess.
A dark morning barely kept us awake.
At the end of the day
The sun had finally gained
Enough strength to push
Against the hem of clouds.
As one child said
The sun looked like an egg
Trying to hatch out.