Even the sun has bad days
where it pulls the soft grey clouds
against its face
and hides away from the world.
And as it gets worse,
the clouds - oh, they darken -
the cold tears fall, soft,
then harder, pelting
against the earth.
Thunder rumbles as
the sun sniffles,
lightning cracks
as our light shatters.
But one day,
the clouds may fade
and the sun will come
out from the shade.
Be weary as the facade
may crumble away
for a little
and the crying will
begin again.
'though worry not
when those times
are nigh,
think of the
day where
the sun will shine.
Happy are the days
where beaming
bright in the sky
the sun dances,
for all of us to enjoy.
And remember-
we all have bad days.
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Petrichor
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