A Little Bit of Rain

So I'll tell you how I am in poems.

Sorry they are so late and so few.

I guess I am much better.

My complaints?  There's nothing new.

And all those things I told you?

They're still true.

I wish I could have seen it through.

Are all those things you told me once, too?

As you request, I leave you.

Try to remember the good times;

     warm days filled with sunshine

          and just a little bit of rain.

And if you look back

try to forget the bad times;

     lonely, blue and sad times

          with just a little bit of pain.

And when I look back

I'll just remember good times;

     warm days and sunshine

          and just a little bit of rain.