An ode to the Sun

T’has been so long since we saw your face
in full glory and blazing grace
With gray and gloom all around
we pray for your heat and light to abound

No doubt complaints will arise once you rise
from the clouds holding you in a tight vice
And there will come a day when we plead
for you to stop and quietly recede.

Ridiculous as that may be,
please save us from the agony
Of getting wet while going to work
and drive-by-splashed by some jerk.

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