Dark clouds start to gather right above my head,
The sky turns to grey and I’m suddenly filled with a bitter dread,
Drops of rain starts falling, as I look up and wonder their origin;
Starting gently then falling harder with the sky’s bitter chagrin.
All around me, umbrellas bloom
But for me, there’s only gloom
One minute the sun was shining and the birds were singing,
And now the rain won’t stop pouring.
Why must my tears be so shallow?
Trees need rain to grow,
And for flowers to get tall,
So why must I be saddened by a little rainfall?
The sky will stop crying,
And the sun will come shining;
There might even be a rainbow after
And tears will be replaced with laughter.