Sun Shower
I sing my song,
it showers rain,
yet the sun shines.
My tune is plain,
I sing my song,
the words the same,
the sun shines on.
You feel all right,
you look so sane,
if I poke at you,
it showers rain.
The world seems crumbled,
most thoughts, they are jumbled,
Storms, the cold and stinging taste
of raindrops beating on your face.
Yet the sun shines.
P. J. Campise
