A Conversation With the Weather

oh, mr. sunshine, how you do glow on sunny days which your rays do sew and oh, mr. sunshine, how i miss you so on those gloomy days when you decide to go. oh, mr. cloud, how you do impede that mr. sunshine who is kind indeed and block those shining rays we all need, big, wet teardrops fall from your own guilty greed. so cry, mr. cloud, cry your eyes out cry me a river and wipe out this drought for once you are done with this maddened bout mr. sunshine, with golden rays, can again walk about. oh, mr. sunshine, keep your head high happiness is abundant when you are nigh for even mr. cloud, who heaves a sorrow sigh warms his fluffed limbs in your blue-crystalline sky.