I am wondering... Is it exhausted ?
Does it have a cold ? Or, is it on strike ?
It's been a long time since it last appeared,
I don't remember well what it looks like.
It got fired from the weather forecast.
Since then, the cold rain has taken his place.
I wish it didn't belong to the past,
As I'm tired with seeing the rain's face.
All day long, drops have been hitting the pane,
I have thought about sleeping off the rain
And perhaps the sun will have eased the pain
When I wake up, but time'd go down the drain.
I don't get my coat off but myself out.
While I pay attention to each puddle,
The wind blows the leafs off and my flame out.
Jeez ! The dirt track looks like a real puzzle.
There is one thing that everybody hopes :
Joy, when it's back as the prodigal son.
But there's only pain, everybody mopes
Until it comes back, the prodigal sun.
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