The World Outside

Running down the window pane
All I want to do is game
Run along the growing grass
Laugh and cheer until I pass
Then venture back into the box
Ones built from bricks and stuff
But the weather is not my friend
It continues to pretend
Force limits upon my fun
Leave me without a run
No chance to taste the air
Roam about without a care
Take in all the sights and sounds
Without them I feel a frown
It forms across my current face
Why can’t the storm just drift away
Allow me to drift along the fray
Unhindered by the spray
That is why I hope it comes
The burning of the brilliant sun
Ordering out the heavy cloud
Replacing it with the blue shroud
The one that looms underneath
Unfettered by such grief