Cold and rainy, not a single ray
to cast out the dreariness that is with me.
Sunshine has a way
of comforting the heart.
Of filling it with pleasing scents, and sounds
and sensations
that all is well and right.
When it suddenly departs
I cannot help but lament its absence.
And so I am left with the peace
of the warmth from within.
Now, I wait for tomorrow
for the clouds to part
and the sun to reappear.
As I know it will.
Will it be the same sun?
Or another, perhaps more brilliant?
I sit patiently
and be with the warmth
that is mine alone for now.
