Beyond the clouds shadow,
the sun hides away
the sky ahead rumbles
and it all turns grey.
I miss the warm sunshine
and the happiness it brings
for it helps to remind us
of the simplest of things.
My tounge catches a droplet
as I shield my head
and retreat into solitude
to lay in my bed.
The pitter of raindrops
against the old pane
I close my eyes-
this is so mundane.
A habit is forming
with the summers days
it refuses the fun times
and the suns joyous rays.
You know that old song
that the childen say?
i sing to myself
and turn away.
"May the rain make its exit
and follow about,
so the summer can start
and I can go out!
dedicated to daddy...