Perspective

(Photo taken from the Facebook account of my cousin Mike)

Let me be like you: the child-like calm

On your lovely face. Your little palm

Open to raindrops, your pink tongue out

For candy bars that Mommy sings about.

I have learned to despise the rainfall,

Because it’s a hindrance, after all.

My shoes get drenched, my body cold

Umbrella sways despite my firm hold.

I look at you, and I’m hit hard. Squarely.

I mope, whereas you are perfectly happy.

A smile lights up your eyes; your face is split,

Whereas I’m at the end of my wits.

I take a leaf from your book, little one.

Henceforth I will do as you have done.

When the rain comes to my life again,

I will welcome it with my arms open.

 

When blue skies turn to grey,

When I wake up to a rainy day,

Help me not to languish, mope or pout—

Of the fact that I cannot have a nice day out.