“Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams.” – Hosea Ballou
The sun smiled softly
as it hugged the trees,
wishing them a good night.
The clouds blushed
as their warm friend
went to rest, preparing
for the next day.
They gathered together
and cried and cried and cried,
washing away their blush –
highlighting their dark shadow.
The thirsty grains of dirt
raised their blades
to catch each precious droplet
that fell over the lids of the clouds’ eyes.
Not ready to sleep for the night,
the sun stared at the clouds’ tears
and threw its hands in all directions,
trying to play in the summer rain, one last time.
The bright sun-shower
invited its gay friend
to come and play before
the sun went to bed for the night.
The sun-shower’s gay friend
wore a bow and a dress of many colors.
The gay friend’s face brightened
and he fell to the ground in delight.
The sun’s heart was filled with glee
as it smiled with a sigh and a yawn.
The sun finally rested –
just in time to see the twinkle
in the moon’s eye.