On cloudy days,
Does the sun stay home?
Snug in his bed,
And all alone.
Under his covers,
All toasty and warm,
And turning off,
His clocks alarm.
On rainy days,
Where is the sun?
Under his roof,
Till the rain is gone.
And where is the sun,
When the moon appears?
Is he having fun,
With his only peer?
I love the sun,
But he loves to play,
Hide and go seek,
On a rainy day.
10/2/10 Alton Texas
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I would like to translate this poem
This is one of my favorites of yours, Juan- charming and beautifully worded with so much truth in it- I like what you do with rhyming-love this! ! ! !