~Shades of Gold~

The Awaiting Sun

The sun is out.
It's time to run.
No longer pout,
Let's have some fun!

Look it started to rain,
The clouds are out and crying.
Why is the sky so plain,
The world needs some drying.

Where is the sun, you ask.
The sun, the king,
Used the clouds as a mask,
and rain, the clouds did bring.

You see the sun is hiding,
The earth needs a drink too.
Did you know the sun fighting?
He doesn't like the rain, he likes blue.

He likes the blue sky.
The pretty grass and birds.
But, he must shy,
When the sky shurds.

Some times he misses the beautiful day.
He gets angry often,
When the clouds spray.
The sun hates his coffin.

So lightning strikes,
And thunder booms.
And off goes the shrikes,
As the sky fumes.

Then it all halts,
And the clouds part.
The sun rids the faults,
And decorates the earth with arts.

Beautiful golden rays,
Shine through the now blue dome.
Many people send praise,
Because the beautiful sun has returned home.