A Gray Rainy Day

It’s a gray rainy day
the flowers and trees
need rain, so they say.
I want sun
bright and cheery
warm and fun.
But sometimes my need
must take a back seat
not look like greed.
The world is complex
I’m not a lone
I’m not always next.
I have patience, really care
feel the warmth of the rain
know how to share.

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2000 ©