I’m sad on sunny days,

When there are no clouds in the sky,

The weather is always warm.

Until a draft of wind passes by.

It reminds me of that shadow,

That lingers in the back of my mind,

And possibly this weather understands me,

And this terrible dread of mine.

For the sun reminds me of joy,

The one thing I have long lost.

But this breeze like a tear down my cheek,

It streaks down my cheek, embossed.

But since this breeze has arrived,

It tells me the clouds are still to come.

And the rain will slide down my skin,

And no longer will I see the sun.

I’ll be glad of this sombre revelation.

Because I feel the sky understands,

All the dread and the grief and the sorrow

That I hold in my trembling hands.

But the sun will resurface,

And all smiles will return,

But not those like me.

No. When we touch the sun, we will burn.

I’m sad on sunny days,

And my friends – the clouds – know why,

I’ll close my curtains to hide away

From my friend and my foe, the sky.