• The sky is gray not a sun ray in sight
    The leaves blow gently in the wind
    It begins to rain leaving rippels in the water

    The weather leaves a feeling of sarrow
    The raindrop slowly running down the glass
    like a tear running down my face

    Soon the sky clears and the sun appears
    Birds chirping a cheery chirp, the sun is out
    Yet for me, the gray clouds are still lingering above me
    And the sarrow is still there

    When will the sun come out for me?