What Makes It Rain
I love those days, certain special days
when I can tie up my troubles
and send them away
to set them adrift, a balloon in the sky
getting smaller and smaller
no wondering why
I love those days, certain special days
when I feel in control,
when darkness abates
when direction is certain
and doubt is a fool
happy and positive thoughts to rule
There are many balloons,
I see in the sky
many troubles adrift, all set free by
those who are worried and in pain
I wonder, perhaps
if that’s what makes it rain
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2018
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