Drab

I notice on a day that's gray
I also seem to dress that way.
Without the sunshine to inspire,
I tend to stick to drab attire.

It doesn't make a lot of sense
When clothing clearly complements
An atmosphere of cloud and gloom,
Allowing somberness to loom.

On light and sunny weather days,
I wear apparel that's ablaze
With colors neon, bright or bold,
A joy to wear and to behold.

But if I stuck to the reverse
Perhaps then I could intersperse
Some happiness when skies are dull,
By bringing color to the lull.