Poems ✍️

Please forgive me if this rhyme does not reason
Then it could just be I am suffering because of this
rainy season. I often wonder why the sun has lost it's
shine, maybe it was like that way back in time.
They say what goes around, comes around but in the
meantime we walk upon muddy ground.
The weather man says it is going to be fine, but does
that mean all the time.
We wake up to hope of a bright sunny day then within a
couple of hours that ball of fire just fades away.
Then all the white fluffy clouds turn to grey and on
comes the rain, to make it another sogging wet day.
I remember the summers when we begged for rain
but begging for the sun has become some what invain.