Blue Skies

Storms are grey and whimsical,
Storms are dutiful to the desires of a few.
The sun is a lantern for the lost,
The sun’s always the friend you don’t want to keep too close,
While the wind’s an enemy you keep by your side.
The rain can wash away your fears,
It can create fresh worries and tiresome tears.
The world can do as it pleases,
So long as it delivers you clear blue skies and calm breezes?