I don't care for the rain,
It's cold and it's wet.
It has earned my disdain,
Clouds make me fret.
I prefer the sun,
To shine on my face.
That son-of -a gun,
My blues will erase.
2/8/12 Alton Texas
I heartily applaude you here, because I so deeply agree! Very well said.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is really wonderful to read - I like the short specific and determined way you expressed it. Bravo Juan!