The sun is hiding this Sunday morn
Rain will come I’ll be sworn.
There’s a rainbow ‘neath those clouds.
The sun will find it someway somehow.
It will shine with all its might
Bringing cheer, warmth and light.
So out of bed you sleepy heads.
The day is fresh. The night is dead.
Be happy. Be kind.
And the pot of gold you will find
In friendships formed here online.
That’s all I have to say
Except to have a blessed day.