Shafts of Sunlight

I think it’s better not to hate the pain

Pain can hate back, and better than I can,

Can take revenge in great or petty span,

It works for me to treat the stuff like rain.

Sometimes the shafts of sunlight fade away,

And if an outdoor picnic was the plan,

You have to change, oh well, but you still can

Find other fun that suits a rainy day.

Mostly for me that’s reading. That’s OK.

I love to read, there’s always books and tea,

And sometimes friends, and finding things to say.

I love my life, even when rain stops play.

And hate’s bad for the soul, and bad for me.

Sometimes the sun comes out, pain goes away.