Catch The Sun

In morning my eyes open
To catch a bit of sun,
But there is nothing here to catch,
The storm has already come:

Gray shingles never sparkle
When they hide away the rays.
Only the filter side shines,
Rarely seen on dreary days.

Dark slate fronts gloss the sky
In rigid formations, as they pass by,
And the sun I should catch in my eyes
Is away today, to my surprise.