The Raining Sun

The sun rests under gloomy clouds,

But once in a while takes a peek.

Uncovering soft blankets of shrouds,

He shows his face, then again sneaks.

And such is a game of a rainy day,

Hide and seek that the sun plays.

He decorates a wondrous afternoon,

While comforted in a cloudy spoon.

Hidden in the spectre, still shining,

His presence, drawn in silver linings.

As his glowing rays touch the drizzle,

They all fall precious as golden sizzle.

Bathing under the joy of raining sun,

Can even make the darkness burn.

It’s just a little story of gloom and fun,

Written today by the very Jolly Sun!

Dedicated to my mommy ( my everything)

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