Today I’ll rock and watch this leaden sky,
Hour after hour, and never once complain,
Ensconced beneath a roof that keeps me dry—
Porch rockers are most restful in the rain!
Low light makes sunshine lovers mope and whine—
Umbrellas are a sight they can’t abide.
Verandas during rain are my cloud nine—
It’s gloom that lets you see my sunny side! …
On rainy days, the cheerfulness of me
Perplexes sunshine lovers who, I trust,
Have judged me off my rocker, though they see
I‘m very firmly on it. So I must
Lack kinship with the sunshine lover’s brain—
Except, I can’t stand getting drenched by rain.