A Rainy Day Poem by Dorsey Baker

every time I think
the sun is coming out
it begins to rain
every time I think
the sun is coming out
it begins to rain
sometimes I think
that I am healed
then I start to
feel the pain
every time
I think
the sun is
coming out
it begins to rain

too much rain in the street
too many
raindrops
falling down
I stand here
and I watch them
as they hit the ground

every time
I think the sun is
coming out
it begins to
it begins to rsib