Dull, drab and dreary,
The weather makes me weary.
I wait and sigh,
Waiting for the sun to be high.
Erstwhile there was a time,
When I would hide from the sun’s shine.
Sublock and shades,
They had been my mates.
Often I reminisce,
Drenched in sweat how I would denounce.
Harsh, dry, scorching,
The heat that was unrelenting.
Yet now as I gaze out today,
Bright, lively, in all its shining glory,
Sun, you are now valued much dearly.