The Blues

The flashes of light and rumbling thunder,
Herald the approach of rain laden breeze.
The breeze intensifies to wind,
As it moves among the trees.
I like the sound of the rain beats,
As they strike my window panes.
But there’s one thing,
I have to agree.
This falling rains that are coming,
Means the blues are here for me.
Don’t ask me why it happens,
For I really can’t explain.
When I hear the sound of water on the roof,
The blues come back again.
The flowing drops of water,
On my window panes.
Make me think of people’s tears,
Often shed in vain.
I sit and wait for the sunshine,
To help ease away my pain.
I soak in the sunshine and wonder,
Why I get the blues when it rains.