Poem -

Where is the sun?

today looms with a hesitant grey that manes across the sky, I feel a discontent within and a sadness from my eye,

What accordance to the heart
Whom seeks that paradise beyond,  the clouds don't seem to offer light,  where the beams would bond,

Dear dreary day thats taking part , the longing of warmth 
Has settled in my heart

Would the sun apease me now
The battle is within the rain
May it cease somehow 

Belighten me with drops of promise,  and bring the sun to the front line, for my heart must seek the warmth of only that divine, 

Days like today seem lonely 
People housed to stay inside 
But the greater good that's done, is what the water then provides, 

A garden seeks the rainy days 
Much more than one would have wished to know, it soes the seeds, and marks the reeds so pretty flowers grow 

But likeness of the weather dreary,  I cannot find my cause
For all the things I want to do
The rain has put on pause

Another thing to think about on cold and rain filled days
We tend to think about our lives, and often change our ways

The rain is such a blessing 
Although a nuisance too, the clouds today they cover up
My lovingness to view

The beauty in the light proceeding, I hope it comes back soon, somehow it's more romantic,  when it's raining with the moon.

 

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