The Tragedy of the Weather Cycle
I opened up my window to see
Many, many faces smiling back at me
So many face out there
I'd yet to brush my hair
Embarrassment quickly faded
To and feeling much more jaded
As i realized happy faces
Where just rain drops
In the game against rain and sun
Brightness has yet to make a run
No warmth from the heavenly glow
Only wetness from head to toe
Those smiles seemed more like sneers
As the drop looked much like tears
But I have this consolation
Is soon it will be sunny and 32-degrees
