If emotion changed the weather,
There would be a little shower.
Speckled sun would light the rain,
That rests on every flower.
But yesterday would have brought storms,
Who’s thunder echoed loud,
And lightning in the darkest night,
Exposed the angry clouds.
The day before was overcast,
Without much more to tell.
Days like those are common,
And I know them very well.
Tomorrow might bring summer sun,
Or winds that pull up trees,
Or autumn’s firey colors,
Or winter’s ruthless freeze.
Today though, there are rainbows,
And drops that seem to glow.
The birds are singing special songs,
From many years ago.