Grey clouds forming, covering the sky
Blue sky fading, disappearing while I
Morn the loss of the warming sun
The day promised brightness
When first it begun
Then in a flash, the sun disappeared
Leaving the day, much as I feared
Cold and dull, cloudy and bleak
It has been that way now, for more than a week!
The sun just teasing,
Giving glimpses of how it could be
With warmth generating
Oh how irritating,
To snatch it away from me!
One moment I bask in the suns warming rays
The next I am shivering in sleet
If I could control the weather
It would be a most magical feat
I would not let the sun, disappear in a flash
It would slowly exit with grace
The sky would be painted a nice azure blue
And the world a much sunnier place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem