Sun and Rain

Many a poem I have written about masks and pain. Even occasionally I have written about my strengths, and my gains. I just want to say; life goes either way. Pain is rain. Rain brings new life. New life brings love. Love brings pain. Pain, once again, brings rain. Rain where the thunder makes the hurt go away. The sun brings a smile. A smile brings hope. Hope brings dreams. Dreams bring the shooting stars to wish upon, And the sun follows the stars. Much abused, and much used. Much relied on, much loved is lavished upon. Much hurt, much strength. So much smiles for so much pain. As warm and gentle as a ray of sunshine in the rain. As loved and lonely as the first bud of spring. So strong and so weak, a simply complex thing.