It's a sad thing
when sunshine turns to rain
and the clouds obstruct the pain.

It's a sad thing
when thunder echoes loud enough
to make a lovers ears go deaf.

It's a sad thing
when sudden lightening flashes
reduce a love to ashes.

And what really pains me most
is that we rarely seem to care,
that behind all the stormy weather
the sunshine, quietly, is waiting there.

02/11/2002

Posted on 02/11/2002
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