Poem 7 – Day 7

Another day, another poem:

 

The rain trickles down,

Droplets on my crown

Still a brighter day,

isn’t far away.

The weather may be dreary,

And my vision  bleary,

But nicer than before,

I’ll  open up my door,

Approach the outer world,

My umbrella is unfurled.

The day is not so bad,

There’s no need to be sad,

There may be no sun,

But that doesn’t mean no fun.