Gone the rain, here the sun.
Blinds all the way opened wide.
Welcome sun, welcome warmth.
Sunday morning church bells toll,
And churchgoers cross the parking lot,
Skipping over water puddled in many spots.
Free the sky of darkened clouds,
On a day a famous singer is plowed.
Yet today nobody famous has died.
And the anonymous many break their fast
Think of lent and what to give up.
These unnamed go about their business,
Not complaining of their lot.
Look! An old man starts a pump.
And water runs down into gutters.
Others take a pew or bend a knee,
And even more turn on the TV.
It is still winter, though,
But for now the rain is gone, the sun is back.
