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It Won't Rain Every Day

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AzialSilvara

Published: Feb 16, 2011

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The fowl weather may suit your mood
Blackened clouds might have their way
When things look bleak we tend to brood
But it won't rain every day

Personal storm clouds block your sight
Every thought you think is blue
Dreary skies hold back the warm suns light
Sometime soon it will get through

If sunlight cuts through mourning skies
It's quite likely more will follow
Rainbows will smile if the sky cries
Brilliant warmth fills hearts so hollow

Biting rain may come back for a while
Jealous storms could hide the sun
Please don't let the raindrops steal your smile
If they do you'll come undone

Though the weather may not match your mood
You can be warmed from within
If you smile then black clouds may brood
Rain can flow down your thick skin

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I've had to work the last few days out in the freezing rain, and it hasn't been fun. So I figured I'd take something from that and pour it into making a poem. It doesn't really have anything to do with working in the rain, but I like how it turned out.

I wasn't really too worried about line length in this one. I focused more on rhyming and the words I wanted to work with. I like the message this poem carries too, as it is more positive then the other poems I've been writing lately.

I'd love to know what you think.