The sun is up and bright,
While my heart is down and tight.
Why does the day go on,
Without me feeling right?
Why is it in movies,
The rain come with the tears?
Why is it that my worries,
Get judged by all my peers?
The sun is mocking me,
How can it be so happy and bright?
Why is there rain that only I could see,
When everything should be alright?
I hate the weather,
It never related to any of my fevers.
I hate the sun,
It never related to any of my pains.
I hate the rain,
It never related to any of my plans.
But then it hit me,
As thoughts flooded to me.
It may be its way,
to tell me to stay.
When I felt as sick as ever,
Classes felt like it went forever,
I needed to go home, feeling faint with fever.
Then it stormed and classes were over.
When I wanted to feel the rain,
So it could mask the tears and the pain,
Outside it was sunny with no sign of the rain.
I basked in the sun, felt like its burning my pain.
When I wanted to go to the beach,
It suddenly poured with no sign of it stopping.
Feeling dejected, I opened the tv and began watching,
It suddenly stated a tsunami was approaching.
How nice it is to be friends with the weather,
And I thank you God, for making great weather.
Whatever the weather, there's a reason it is,
Act accordingly to this, and don't be afraid to risk.
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Flowers Of Love And Tears
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