It's not everyday you see the dark clouds roll away:
large, bulbous, wet and grey...
going on to ruin someone else's day.
The soft simmer of the Sun's shine against my skin
is warmly received and brings out a large grin,
because my patience with the clouds
was wearing thin.
Goodbye to the gloomy masses that tore me a sunder
with your violent light flashes and your thunder.
You won't even draw from me a small shudder.
And what am I to do now with the new me,
without the overhead cloudy sea?
Just let me stop a moment to think...
It's not everyday you see the dark clouds roll away:
large, bulbous, wet and grey...
I will be waiting with an umbrella next time
you try and stop over this way.
Aw I love this. I can just see the sketched out picture of a skinny kid with long legs holding an umbrella - reminds me of Shel Silverstein.
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