To the Sun

It's the first week of November and eventually, the wind of winter has arrived. Days are not as shiny as before also not so bright. Though I'm a person from tropical regions, but I am always in more love with the sunny seasons. Now as the winter has arrived it's bright sometimes, sometimes cloudy. It seems, like me the Sun is also in topsy-turvy. When I go to the roof, shan't you come out from the clouds and hold your golden glow tight? Can't you ever know how much I love to see you rising sunny and bright?