• It poured.
    Lightning rang out.
    There was nothing to do.
    I began to pout.
    My mother came over
    said the sun will come out.
    But did it come?
    No.
    Never did the sun come.

    My father was dignosed with cancer.
    And we all wished him well.
    I cried all day.
    My sister bent down
    And said it would be ok.
    My father died the next day.
    Was it ok?
    No!
    Never would it be ok!

    So,
    I moped my whole life
    soon,
    my sister wasn't there to say its ok,
    nor my mother
    and still
    never did the sun come out.