Every day I used to get burnt
by my own personal sun
constantly in the sky
even when I am asleep
scorching me to the core
Occasionally the storms spring up
and lightning crashes over head
the near thrill of heavy thunder
trouble is it can make me feel violent
the tornadoes destructive
but all is better when they finally clear
Sometimes the clouds do pass over
that's when the deluges kick in
seem to be happen lot lately
thankfully no one can see your tears
while the rain is pouring down
Some times I wish for the sunset
so my night time can come to pass
and as my body crumples
I could smile a greeting at the rising moon
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A wonderful description of personal attitudes and feelings, defined metaphorically as weather.