I met a man standing on the street today
Through his eyes, the world looked so grim
As if we all don’t know just what it’s like
When the rain falls down and the lightning strikes
My ex-wife would comment on how the weather on Good Friday was usually grey.
Started to notice.
Then on Easter Sunday, noticing that the grey had usually passed.
Easter Sunday this year being rain and clouds during much of day.
Wondered if predictors were
Then a break in the clouds. Some momentary clearing of minutes. Sky opens up.
Then clouds return.
And I’ve been around long enough to learn
That one man’s blue sky is another man’s rain