The sun was here the other day.
It promised it would stay
The clouds were white and far away,
yet lingered, as if threat'ning bile.
Today those clouds have lowered, thick,
and though the skies are still so blue,
I see the world in grays and blacks,
and white is gone, the sunshine, too.
So much for promises of lasting sun
so much for hope of days to come
The rain is here, today,
can only look towards the sky.