It’s been non-stop pouring greys,
I’ve had long and miserable days.
My spirit, so wearied it may drown,
I walk around morose, with a frown.
Oh! The energy’s low, I feel I’m dead,
Gazing wistfully at my cosy bed.
Alas, I need a bit of bright sunshine,
To lift my spirit and make me fine.
Where do I go in this incessant rain?
To catch a speck of this yellow grain.
Till one day God blessed us with Sun,
Like a crazy person I came undone.
Not crazy enough to forget my plan,
Caught a bit of it, like a fisherman.
Stored that sunshine, in my dabba,
Will savour a little, with my cuppa.