Fun with Dew drops

What a gloomy day it is here.  All misty and foggy.  On the fly I made up this poem(if you can call it that): 

The fog from this morning never rose, 

The sun has not shown it's face;

The birds refuse to sing their tunes,

And the trees give no support.  

Not very good, but it's a start I suppose. 

I don't really like the last line,

but I couldn't think of anything else at the time. 

:D  NOW I'm able to rhyme!  

It does give a good picture of what it's like here right now.  

Scottish Gal