The Following is a Crappy Poemish Kind of Thing...But I Do Not Really Consider it a Poem, Because it is in Free Verse. Oh, and it Sucks. Really. Dont Read it .-.

I sit, basking in the wind
Anticipating the coming rain.
But something is off from this perfect scene,
Something not quite right. A bright light
Shines down from the sky, painful, and bold.
Sun, why dost thou shine so bright
While the world dost rage and weep?
The clouds turn the world black and grey
And yet you shine on, turning the world a memorial sepia.
Lightning fights you at the horizon, and the
Thunder runs ahead, yet still you vie
for storms surrender, brightly and blightingly.
O Sun, when will you give up this pointless battle,
And let the rain come peacefully? Do you see the clouds
As dark evil, arrogant in your light? Or do you wish
The world burnt down, you sole ruler and inhabitant?
And you, the Rainbow, unfortunate and innocent
Offspring of these two enemies.
Why do you frown so enigmatically?
Do you disagree with this childish fight?
Or are you simply unhappy with your lot in life,
So short and yet so dim?
O Sun, you have finally set,
And with you your child taken.
The storm is left, all there is
And now it can let it's rain fall,
Unobstructed, washing me away...