April Sun

April is almost over,
My bright blue sky,
My sunshine,
My happy rays of the sun!

Rain is starting to pour every night.I never like the rainy season.
It's gloomy. Just sad.

I dreamed of summer as my happy thought.
I dreamed of April as my sole reinforcement.

But the cold wind of May,
and the strangeness of June,
They approach me fast and
cunning.

I want the Sun to embrace me with warmth,
to kiss my nose and say,
"I won't hide beneath the clouds".

I want the Sun to burn it -
until it turns into ash...
So I can blow it away.

So even if May and June come,
I will be alright.