Petrichor

We All Have Bad Days

Even the sun has bad days

where it pulls the soft grey clouds

against its face

and hides away from the world.

And as it gets worse,

the clouds - oh, they darken -

the cold tears fall, soft,

then harder, pelting

against the earth.

Thunder rumbles as

the sun sniffles,

lightning cracks

as our light shatters.

But one day,

the clouds may fade

and the sun will come

out from the shade.

Be weary as the facade

may crumble away

for a little

and the crying will

begin again.

'though worry not

when those times

are nigh,

think of the

day where

the sun will shine.

Happy are the days

where beaming

bright in the sky

the sun dances,

for all of us to enjoy.

And remember-

we all have bad days.