It’s a great picture
It really is
Tall gray-stoned wall
Reaching around a sweet meadow scene
A happy tree waving at you
But the picture is over exposed
Really, the sun did not cooperate
It just shows up there
Ruining the whole scene
The sun is like that
You go to a beach
Lying in the soft sand
playing peek-a-boo with a sand crab
Who watches you warily shifting
side to side to side
When bam the the sun shows up
peeking out from behind a soft cloud
All narcissistic and hot
The sweat rolls into your eyes
The crab is disappointed because you stop playing
Suddenly you have to get wet or go home
Melting isn’t your thing
But you were having fun, the crab was having fun.
WTF?
Or maybe you’re out driving
swirling around the mountain
Trying to keep your lane and enjoy the scenery
When the sun decides to come down
right into your line of vision
and the visor and your special tinted glasses,
even your trusty ever present
hand shield just aren’t enough
You should pull over or risk killing someone
But you drive anyway, squinting until you resemble
a big gerbil with wrinkles
You try your wipers, you adjust that visor
You look for an out and as soon as you get one
There it is again.
The sun just laughs and shines away
It likes you to cower under its power.
Oh sure it gives way to the moon,
the darkness takes over
The sun runs off to bother other people,
Other sandcrabs and other witless drivers
But it’s memory stays with you so much so
That you almost look forward to dawn
But that damned sun decides it owns everything
Just like that overbearing lover
you wish had just stayed away
It pushes itself back everyday like well,
that overbearing lover you wish had stayed away
We do have air conditioning and
our nicely built structures built around that coolness
But the sun just sits and waits. Always waiting
It knows you have to come out sometime
And when you do, well you know the rest.
Say you really need it though,
Dead of winter where it has been
cloaked by deep gray clouds for weeks
It just stays out of reach
Won’t even peek at you
It won’t warm you
it won’t come out to ease your frostbite
or to help you scrape that windshield.
No the sun is a bastard like that. It’s manipulative.
I know the sun is necessary, like taxes or death or jobs
I do wish had back all those nice over-exposed pictures its ruined,
If I could get back those nice cool beach days
Maybe sit and bask in a rain-shower just a few minutes longer
I wouldn’t mind so much
You know if it would just cooperate
Work with us
Nope, the sun isn’t like that
It just sits there shining and expects you to revolve around it.
