Cold

Wet, damp, misting
  it comes down softly
Bringing a new
  vista to the land
One of light sorrows
  held lightly because
It cannot be
  grasped and held onto
It is let go to give
  life to the earth, water
Needed just as much
  as sun, so we walk in it
Letting it wash
  over us in continual
Tears unrelenting
  not soaking or drowning
Just a covering
  given for this time