The Sun Has a Headache
Resplendent daylight's illustrious star,
so proud to promenade,
decided she is sleeping in
and deftly drew the shade,
complaining she can't stand the light . . .
she has a migraine.
Our atmosphere's all grizzled grays,
disconsolate with rain.
Wet volleys in profusion,
a deluge when we step out
for the clouds absent "her highness"
are having quite a pout!
So downpours have your heyday;
bluster loudly stormy winds -
all day brolly and brogans
must remain our closest friends.
© Faye Lanham Gibson, June 9, 2014
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
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