Clouds and Rain
Another day of clouds and rain
have dampened my spirits again.
It seems as if the sun is lost
and cannot remember when
it was able to drive the clouds away
and gift me with a sunny day.
In the morning I slowly open my lids
and my world is devoid of sun.
I take my shower and brush my teeth
and when these perfunctories are done
I take another peek outside
and wonder if the sun has died?
But that's impossible isn't it?
Because the world would all be gone.
Somebody else must be seeing the sun
and probably watering their lawn.
All I see are the clouds and rain.
My wishes for the sun are still in vain.
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