Another rainy day has come again

And with every dreary feeling

I am going insane.

The reflections of rain are unappealing

With the puddles always criticizing

I feel like this day is stealing

My happiness. The rain raising,

From soft whispers to ear-deafening shrieks.

The water and sounds always desensitizing.

It feels like when rain speaks,

The sun is being choked;

And it seems to me the sun is on a losing streak.

It doesn't know how to cope;

No one is around to assist.

The sun is losing hope.

So the sun basically just exists

Instead of really living;

And it's always missed.

The rain that is flooding the world is giving

The sun a sense of worth;

It has to keep reliving

Every rainy day that comes to Earth,

So the sin can save the day

When the world is having a sub dearth.

To your surprising dismay,

The sun has beautiful radiant characteristics

That can understand and be there for you all the way.

Even though the sun is psychosomatic

And can be, at times, subzero.

It is never narcissistic.

To some, the sun is a zero,

But to others, it is a hero.