Coaxing the Sun
You need to have a sunny day
For plans that you have made.
You want the kind of burning sun
That makes you seek the shade.
Yet Nature won't cooperate;
The sky's a sea of cloud.
There's nothing you can do
And moping's simply not allowed.
You keep your eyes trained heavenward
And send a silent missive.
Apollo may take notice
But he shrugs you off, dismissive.
The realization settles in
Most likely there'll be rain.
From all outdoor activity
You might have to abstain.
It's not the worst thing in the world.
There's lots to do inside;
But just a touch of disappointment
Cannot be denied.
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