when storm clouds
puffed mightily
hung in billowing shrouds?
Where was he –
Out smoking the ****.

Where was the sun
as pelting hail
flung from the sky
whipping his tail?

Where was the sun
when the morning rose?
Did his petals fall off
when he struck a pose?

Where was the sun
as I lay crystal cold
in the shade?
Was he rolling himself
in a penny arcade?
Banging and spinning
scoring his winnings!