The sunshine‘s lost behind the clouds
It can’t seem to break through
Hindered by the gloom and doom
On a dreary afternoon
Specks of light now shines past
In little rays of hope
Like strings of yarn from high above
Twisted like a rope
Pulled closer to it’s orifice
Peeking out some more
Finding different avenues
For it to explore
Standing on the presuppose
Of Gods golden shore
Waiting for the blistering sun
To open the sky door
Let itself get noticed
It’s presence felt and warm
Fighting off the rain clouds
Brewing up a storm
With hopes to see a nicer day
In what some may call “the norm”