Random Doggerel
Clouds, Rain, Sun
The sun is
playing Hide and Seek—
It hides a
while—then takes a peek.
And
sometimes it is gone for days—
What kind of
person that way plays!?
And while it
hides, clouds swell with grief,
Then cry some
rain—get some relief.
And when at
last old Sol appears,
The clouds
rejoice, disperse—no tears.
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